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Scarred Roses, Burning Vengeance WOMAN INSTINCT
ELEANOR SINCLAIR It should have lasted, but it vanished as quickly as it came, leaving behind that tormented look on his face. "I must find her, Eleanor. Can't you see? Each moment she's there, alone, scared, undermines my potence. It will only take time before other people who are my enemies start to get ideas.”“Is that all there is to it?” I asked him. “What else should it be?”“I feel that you have been lying to me.”"The feeling that I have been lying to you?”he asked, his eyes meeting mine. “You must know by now that if I lie, then it is for your protection. You think I want you worrying about the thingsI'm dealing with? The scrapes, the threats—they're nothing to losing her.""But you're losing yourself!" I retorted sharply, my eyes pricking with tears. "And us. Our son needs his father, not this, not who you're becoming. Even if you must hurt me, please tell me the truth.“What truth?” He asked.“How did you get the bruises on your knuckles?”"I found some men who I thought
Scarred Roses, Burning Vengeance A DIFFICULT MAN
ELEANOR SINCLAIR His words hung in the air like a storm cloud, heavy and grey. I drew our child closer as if to protect him from what I had just heard, his tiny fingers closing around mine as though he could sense the chasm opening between his parents. His father's eyes, once bright and warm for me, now burned with a brutal intensity that twisted my stomach. There was, before me, a man different from the man I married.I could now see that he was slowly reverting to the Damian of old, the one who ruled Vieuti with so much blood that he became a thing of legend, the one talked about in whispered whispers on dark street corners, the one who built his empire and held sway over all. What broke me that he was changing, not voluntarily, but because my sister and her boy's disappearance had done something inside him.His back turned to me again, and I wondered if that was what was truly happening—that he was turning his back on us all for things only he could see.**The days after that
Scarred Roses, Burning Vengeance BREAKING DOWN
ELEANOR SINCLAIR Hours passed, or at least it seemed so. The clock that sat on the nightstand ticked the seconds away with obsessive thoroughness, marking down the seconds in the dark silence. Some time afterwards, and while I listened to the clock ticking, I must have dozed off and slept my troubles away, because when I opened my eyes for a second time, the room was shrouded in dark apart from the faint, rectangular outline of the window that sat on one side.I reached to feel my husband, and his side of the bed was empty.It was not the first time I had awakened to find his side empty, but I had simply rolled over in embarrassment, to avoid having to talk about the truth. But this time I would not do that. I thought that he didn't have to kill himself for me. "Damian?" I whispered, holding myself up on one elbow, fighting the pull of my stitches. They had not fully healed. He stood there, lighted from behind by the window, staring out into the night like a comic book hero poutin
Scarred Roses, Burning Vengeance SEVEN DAYS
ELEANOR SINCLAIR Seven days had passed since the day Damian returned with the bruise on his knuckles, and even a dead body would have known that he was torn after that day. Since then, he had been so restless that I was worried about him, but I ensured to keep my doubts to myself so as not to trouble him.It was on one night, when Jenny had gone for the day that I finally cracked.He had just come back from God knows where, and his clothes were soaked through with rain—that day had been shower after shower, but he went out anyway. There were once more more bruises in the spots where I had learned to check, and while he said it was something else that I did not need to worry about, I knew what they actually were and why they were there. I knew he was looking for my sister and her son.I knew he was going back to that kind of life all because of me.And that was precisely why it hurt.My tears came unsolicited, hot and relentless, so unexpectedly that even I was taken aback at how the
Scarred Roses, Burning Vengeance A LONG, LONG NIGHT
DAMIAN BLACKWOOD As the hours ticked by, dawn creeping through the curtains, my mind raced with plans. This was my biggest adversary yet, and she deserved all the effort.I would call in every favor owed to me—hackers to trace the Porsche's path via traffic cams, informants to scour the streets for whispers of a woman with her description. I would offer bounties, anonymous and exorbitant, for any lead that would bring her closer to me. The desire to find her consumed me, a burning need that overshadowed everything. This was now a personal challenge, and I would not stop until I had her in my clutches. Because of her, my sleep became impossible; every time I closed my eyes, I saw her silhouette, heard her imagined laughter. Who was she to challenge Damian Blackwood? Eleanor stirred upstairs, her voice calling softly. I composed myself and went up to find her nursing our son, her eyes heavy with concern. "You didn't come to bed," she murmured, reaching for my hand. I took it, but
Scarred Roses, Burning Vengeance A LINE DRAWN
DAMIAN BLACKWOOD The sight should have been a sanctuary, a momentary reprieve from the chaos that had engulfed my day. Eleanor was lying peacefully in the bed, her features softened by the gentle glow of the lamp, her chest rising and falling in rhythm with our son's. He looked so small and innocent, his tiny fingers curled into small fists. It came to my mind that I was holding a gun in front of him, and I quickly put it away, reaching to touch his peaceful, sleeping form. Jenny rushed into the room at the same time, her feet surprisingly soundless. “Welcome back, Sir. I have been waiting for you.”I looked back at her and saw the expression on her face change into something that looked like sympathy. Her movements slowed, and she came into the room on tiptoe, watching me. “Do you need me to do anything for you, Sir?” She asked. “You look quite tired and worn out.”“I'm fine,” I grunted, staring at my sleeping boy. “Thank you.”She stood there, watching, and I did not have the wor
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