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last update Date de publication: 2026-06-01 20:30:55

He didn't walk away.

That was the part I hadn't expected.

No slammed doors. No cold words cutting through the air like a blade. He simply reached down, pulled my pajama bottoms back into place, then wrapped his fingers around mine and drew me forward. His dark eyes, the color of bitter chocolate, spoke the only language he seemed comfortable with. Follow me.

So I did.

He brought me through a room I suspected was his, then into the bathroom beyond it. A deep, wide tub dominated the corner like s
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  • The Way He Looked at Me   191

    "I'll stay out front," I said before he could work up the words. "Living room, kitchen, my room. Like we agreed. I won't go anywhere else."He pushed his hair back from his face, those loose strands that were always falling forward but they dropped right back down the second he moved his hand. Then he gave me this small dip of his chin, somewhere between a nod and a thank you, and walked out.The door clicked shut.And the house became a completely different place without him in it.I stood in the middle of it for a moment, not quite sure what to do with my hands or my feet or any of the restless energy moving through me. It was strange Jace barely spoke, barely took up space, and yet somehow every room felt hollowed out now that he was gone.I went for the box.I already knew everything inside it by heart, but I needed something to do with my hands, and the familiar weight of it was a comfort. My mother's letters came first folded careful, written in her handwriting, like she'd kn

  • The Way He Looked at Me   190

    Tim povDarkness still clung to the room when I gave up trying to sleep.Jace lay beside me, his body restless even in rest turning, settling, never fully still. My chest ached watching him. The man couldn't even find peace unconscious. But he was here. Breathing. And that was enough to make me hold myself completely rigid, terrified that one wrong shift of my weight would steal even this from him.I kept my eyes open and my body still and I thought about everything.What he'd done. What it meant. Most people said things. Jace had actually moved driving out to collect my belongings, coming back with them like it was nothing, like the quiet sacrifice of it was just something he did. He'd made a promise not to lock me away. And now he was sleeping next to me, walls down, guard lowered.For me.Something about that cracked me open in the best way. I'd spent years feeling like furniture in my own life present but overlooked, there but not quite seen. Jace had changed that without even

  • The Way He Looked at Me   189

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    "Jace. Look at me."His eyes found mine something behind them flickering, unstable, like a dying bulb catching current for one brief second before it steadied.He took a step forward. My body answered by stepping back. Not terror. Not even close. Whatever pulled at me when he was near had no name, but fear wasn't it.The bed frame caught the back of my knees.I sat down hard.He stood at the edge, trembling from the inside out like his body had become a cage and whatever lived in him had grown too large for it. His hands were clenched. His breathing was controlled in the way that people control things that are seconds from breaking.Then his mouth opened."Need."Rough. Fractured. A word that had clearly fought its way out and barely survived the journey.His eyes didn't leave me. Waiting. Wound tight."Yes or no."My answer was already forming before he finished."Yes. Absolutely yes."The space between us disappeared.Jace povThe restlessness wouldn't leave me.Even after reachin

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    "I want to release him, believe me but he won't respond to anything I say. The second these cuffs come off, someone is getting hurt. Maybe him. Maybe one of us.""Let me try something." I pressed the phone harder against my ear. "Hold it close to him. Please. Just let him hear my voice."A shuffle of movement. Voices pushing back a small crowd. Then David again, quieter this time, speaking carefully like a man approaching something wild."Jace. Tim's on the line. I'm holding the phone near you. Just listen."What came back wasn't words.It was a sound deep and rough and barely human. The kind of sound a trapped animal makes when it has nothing left but teeth and instinct.

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  • The Way He Looked at Me   Chapter 28

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