LOGINSalome’s POV
"You are staring again," Jeremiah said.
The sound of his voice snapped me back to the present. I realized I was biting my lip, my mind still stuck on the way he looked at me on the plane. That heavy, lingering gaze was burned into my brain. I tried to shake the image, but the harder I fought it, the more it stuck.
Jeremiah stood over my wheelchair, his expression hard to read. He didn't look angry, but those dark eyes saw right through me. "Is something
Salome’s POV“Salome, stay right where you are.”I froze. My hand was already hovering over the door handle, but Jeremiah’s voice pinned me to the spot. I took a slow breath and turned around. He was watching me with an unreadable expression.“Don’t leave yet,” he said. He didn’t wait for my answer. He just looked over at Arthur. “Arthur, go ahead and open that cake. It looks like it might actually be good.”Arthur nodded. He reached into the paper bag and pulled out the container. He was careful, almost gentle, as he set the strawberry shortcake down on the table right in front of Jeremiah. The smell of fresh cream and sugar filled the small space immediately.Jeremiah picked up his fork. He took a small bite and leaned back, closing his eyes for a second as if he were savouring it. Then, he pulled his phone out of his pocket. He held it up and started moving it around the cake, trying to
Salome’s POV“You have to be kidding me,” I whispered to the empty room.The light from the phone screen felt like a heat lamp against my face. There it was, sitting in the chat history with a timestamp of 2:48 AM. Three words that made my stomach do a slow, agonizing flip: Of course, baby.I gripped the edges of the device so hard my knuckles turned white. I wanted to hurl it across the room, but I just stood there, paralyzed. I must have been completely out of my mind. The wine from last night felt like it was still swirling in my head, mocking me. I had been exhausted and tipsy, and now I was mortified.I dropped onto the edge of my bed and buried my face in my palms. My skin was hot. This was easily the worst thing I had done in months, and I had a long list of recent embarrassments to choose from.Maybe we can break into his place, Vesper suggested in the back of my mind. We could find h
Salome’s POV"I will be there, boss," I muttered into my pillow, the words catching in my dry throat.My head felt like it was stuffed with wet cotton. I had drifted off twice in the last ten minutes, my brain refusing to stay online. The morning light poked through the curtains, stabbing at my eyes. I didn't even open them. I just reached for the nightstand, my fingers grazing the cold glass of my phone. I knew the keyboard by heart. I didn't need to look. I just needed to tell him I was on my way so he would stop looming over my conscience.I tapped the screen, the haptic clicks feeling like tiny hammers against my thumb. My coordination was gone. I meant to type the word boss. It was a simple word. But my thumb slipped. It hit the 'a' instead of the 'o.' It doubled the 'b' and threw a 'y' at the end just for spite.Me: Of course, baby.I didn't check it. I didn't even look at the blue bubble. The phone tumbled from my hand, bouncing off th
Salome’s POV"The kitchen, Salome," Jeremiah said, his voice flat and heavy with that familiar tone of command.I didn't argue. I just turned on my heel and marched back toward the stove. Every step I took felt like a tiny protest against the floorboards. I had just spent the last ten minutes trying to be helpful, and this was the thanks I got. He wouldn't even look at me. He just walked into the dining room like he owned every inch of air I was breathing, bringing that sharp, medicinal smell of his ointment with him.I stared at the pot on the burner. I wasn't in the mood for anything fancy, so I had just grabbed a can of tomato soup. It was simple. It was fast. The steam hit my face as I stirred, the scent of herbs and salt filling the small space. It was actually a bit much, honestly. The smell was so thick I had to step toward the window for a second just to catch my breath before I could finish.I turned off the heat and ladled the red liquid i
Salome’s POV“You can turn around now, unless you plan on staring at my back all night,” Jeremiah said, his voice carrying a dry, knowing edge.I felt the heat rush to my hairline. It was a deep, stinging flush that made my skin prickle. I didn't want him to see how much his teasing affected me, so I stayed exactly where I was. I stepped behind him, using his massive frame as a shield against his own gaze. It was the only way to keep a shred of my pride intact. If I didn't have to look him in the eye, I could pretend I was a professional doing a job, rather than a woman whose heart was currently hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird.I forced my hands to stay steady as I reached for the medical kit. I focused on the mundane details. The plastic crinkle of the bandage packaging. The medicinal scent of the ointment. The cool weight of the scissors. I repeated a mantra in my head. It is just a wound. He is just a pati
Salome’s POV“Just knock when you arrive, Salome,” Arthur said, his voice sounding thinner over the phone. “I already told him you were coming.”The line went dead before I could argue. I lowered my phone and stared at my dinner. The pasta was cold and sticky, but I didn’t have an appetite anyway. A heavy weight settled in my stomach, the kind that usually meant I was walking into a situation I would regret.I spent the next two hours pacing my living room. I practiced what I would say. I told myself to be a professional. I told myself to act like a nurse who didn't care about the man she was treating. By the time I finally left my apartment, the city was dark. The lights from the penthouse floors above me looked like distant, cold stars.I carried the medical bag Arthur had left for me. It was small, filled with clean gauze, tubes of ointment, and the heavy pain meds Jeremiah needed. The elevator ride felt like it took
Salome’s POV“Barnabas, if you don’t get up this second, I will have security drag you back to the basement,” Jeremiah said.His voice was like ice. He didn’t even look angry, just bored, as he pulled his phone from his pocket. The calm
Salome’s POV"Eat up. This is going to make you recover faster," Jeremiah said.He didn't wait for a response before he slid his own bowl toward me. I looked at the steam rising from the soup, then back at him. My face felt hot. It was hard enough being the centre of attention
Salome’s POV"You are officially dead to me," I muttered at the screen.I didn't feel a spark of regret or a lingering ache when the phone lit up again. It was just a dull, buzzing annoyance. My thumb moved with a mind of its own, hitting the block button before the ringer cou
Salome’s POV"Clementine, would you stop turning your head like we are being hunted by a rogue pack?" I spoke.My friend glanced at the rearview mirror for the fifth time since we left the curb. She gripped the steering wheel, her knuckles white. "I can't help







