No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

When did I become his?

Henrik was at it again, stirring the pot just for the sake of it.

The air instantly filled with the scent of burnt gunpowder, and there I was, the matchstick.

Conrad tightened his grip on my hand, his eyes darkening as he glared at Henrik, "If Mr. Henrik is looking to make this a matter for the police, then by all means, keep it up."

Henrik just laughed, "Using the cops against me, Conrad? You really can't compare to James, no wonder she chose him over you back then."

I gasped. That man really knew how to hit below the belt, pitting Ernest and Conrad against each other.

Conrad, already not in the best of moods, looked even more sour. Ernest was his Achilles' heel, and Henrik just had to poke at it.

"Henrik, you can have your beef with whoever you want, but you leave Felicia out of it," Conrad warned him.

Henrik, holding my wrist with a look of faux tenderness, assured, "Don't worry, I wouldn't dream of hurting her. Such a sweet girl, how could I?"

His eyes, deep and intense, seemed to carry an effect of sincerity, especially when he focused like that.

just with affection in his gaze but in

"Not happening," Conrad snapped.

it's your call. Stay or go?" Henrik was a master at defusing situations by putting the ball in

take you away," Conrad assured me with a determined look. Despite his past mistakes, he was fearless when

his mere glance. Conrad, though strong, didn't have the military background that James boasted. Facing off against two was a

had bigger plans, and leaving might

neutral because I hadn't crossed him yet.

I made my

"Felicia, I told you, you don't have to

He's not threatening me; I want to stay," I

Conrad wasn't convinced. He glared at Henrik, "Really? Using a woman to get your way? Doesn't seem

put his woman in a tough spot. She wants to stay, so

character, alright. It seemed he'd spent enough time in the West to pick

past, and maybe even his

heard me say again, "Conrad, just go. I'm

in the eyes, signaling him to