Chapter 25

I had everything I needed; I turned and walked towards the door. As I reached the handle he stopped me.

“Leah.”

I turned to face him.

“I truly am sorry.”

I didn’t respond and walked out. Logan wrapped me in his arms. He kissed the top of my head.

“It’s not over yet.” I said breaking the contact between us.

I walked back to the first window. I looked at him feeling the weight of him on me again. I was unsteady as I reached the door.

“Leah, you don’t have to do this.” Amelia reassured me.

“I do.”

I pushed on the handle and walked a little more unsteadily into the room. He looked at me with a devilish smile. There was no sorrow and no remorse on his face.

“I didn’t think I would be seeing you in here.” He smirked.

“That makes two of us then.”

Being more unsteady I took a seat opposite him. Although he was handcuffed the same as the other one, I felt more nervous this time. He was the one that broke orders. He was the one that had the knife; he was the one who stabbed me. It made me feel less in control. He must have noticed as he sat smiling at me. The smile was deep and creepy.

“You know I don’t actually care that we got it wrong. I still got to have some fun.” He smirked.

I felt my skin crawl. I held out my wrists showing the bandages. Something within me surged and I found some confidence.

“You know what, you may have done this to me, but you didn’t succeed with your plans. These injuries will heal, yes, they may leave scars, but they have changed my life in a way you will never understand. And yet you will spend the rest of your life in those cuffs. Stuck behind bars.”

He rattled the cuffs and lurched towards me. I jumped out of my chair backwards. He burst out laughing.

“Maybe little lady but you will forever jump at shadows because of me.”

“Only for now, not forever. Whereas you will die looking at the same four walls and live your life out in a small cell with bars. Who is the real loser here.”

I walked towards the door and walked out with my head held high. He was cursing, spitting, and banging against the table as I left. I grabbed the wall as the door closed behind me and Logan rushed to my side once more. I was absolutely exhausted but felt like a huge weight had been lifted.

“What happens next?” I asked.

“They are being remanded and will stay in prison until the trial.”

“Yes, part of their conditions.”

I looked at Logan for more details.

“We’ll discuss it at home once you have rested.”

I agreed and thanked Amelia. Logan helped me to the car, and I found myself falling asleep on the ride home. I felt the car come to a stop and then heard the engine turn off, but I was so exhausted I could barely keep my eyes open. Logan lifted my arms up around his neck and lifted me carefully into his arms. I rested my face into the crook of his neck. Inhaling his scent only made me more sleepy. His hold, his scent, him. I felt safe.

I felt him lower me softly onto the bed and wrap the quilt around me. Seconds later I was fast asleep.