บททั้งหมดของ The Vow I Never Took: บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

Lena POVThe house we evacuated to was right in the center of the city.It was Adrian's idea. Hiding outside the city hadn't worked. We'd sacrificed security for anonymity, but Richard had still been able to find us. The incident had both Adrian and Nathan panicked. It'd only been a day, and Adrian was in and out of the house constantly. In hours, our security detail had tripled.I was worried about Nathan. He still hadn't spoken to me. I knew that he had to be hurt, but he looked and acted stoic, like someone had taken all the joy inside of him and replaced it with a dead husk. He didn't smile anymore, and it broke my heart.“Your turn,” Willow said, snapping me out of my thoughts.We were playing a game of cards, and while I found the game entertaining enough to distract me, I couldn't stay out of my head.“Sorry. I've been thinking.”Willow nodded as she studied the cards. “It's about Nathan, isn't it?”My lips trembled, but I nodded. “He won't talk to me,” I said, my voice low, ba

Lena POVInside the car was silent. Nathan and I hadn't said a word since he started driving. It'd been over twenty minutes. I played with my fingers, rolling my rings around them, as I struggled with my nervousness. “So…” I tried. Nathan watched me out of the corners of the eye. God, why was this so hard? This man was my husband for crying out loud!“You and my grandmother have gotten a great deal close,” he said, eyeing me. I could have heaved a sigh of relief. “Yes!” I grabbed on the topic as if it was a lifeline. “Willow is really nice. I like her.”Nathan chuckles. “Of course you do. Everyone likes my grandma. What makes that funny is that she's one of the most dangerous and ruthless person I know. Yet she has this magnetism that makes people want to gravitate to her.”I nodded, agreeing. We lapsed into silence again, but this time, it wasn't uncomfortable. Our conversation

Lena POVThe first emotion I felt was panic. The second emotion? Overwhelming, gut-wrenching fear. The ring of red blossomed outward as blood stained Nathan's shirt. He frowned as he studied the wound, as if surprised that he'd been shot. Then he staggered. Then he leaned against the wall, his breathing ragged. “Fuck,” he muttered under his breath. My fist connected with the head of the cop, dropping her instantly. In her shock at shooting Nathan, she'd forgotten all about me. Her mistake. She rolled to the floor, an unconscious heap. In seconds, drool appeared at the side of her mouth.I rushed to Nathan's side. “Are you okay?” Stupid question. “Does it hurt?” God, what was wrong with me!Nathan gritted his teeth, his jaw clenched with strain and effort. “It's all right,” he said, but his voice lacked the strength and will I've always known Nathan to possess. His voice sounded weak. Panic spread inside of me like po

Lena POV “Lena?”Big hands palm over me, running across my body with familiar calluses. Lips press against the outer lobe of my ear. “Lena,” they whisper. I wake up. And smiling at me, like the sun itself behind grey clouds, is Nathan. His blue eyes gleam with amusement, despite the dark circles constantly orbiting them. His lips are curved in a smile, and he wrinkles his nose. “You drooled, you know? I didn't know you drooled.”Relief threatens to burst my heart. I'm feeling so much of it that tears form in my eyes. I touch him on his shoulder, squeeze the hard muscle between my hands. I take his other hand in mine, extend my middle finger down the lines in his palms, past even the one marred by the scar he got during a drilling accident. I press his palm against my face, and breathe in deeply. Nathan. He's awake. “If I'd known you missed me so much, I'd have woken up earlier.” His tone is light and amused, but his bright blue eyes sparkle behind a film of tears. I kiss him. My

Lena POV His fingers drum against the table. His cup of coffee sits inches away, untouched. A finger of steam curls above the cop, ascending in a transparent spiral. “And what exactly do you believe I want?” He tries to make his tone casual, but I can hear the greed in his voice. Power. Money. You're not exactly hard to read, Sebastian. I lift my cup to my lips, and take a sip. Again, the confusion flickers over Sebastian's face. He rubs his chin with his index as he waits for my answer. “You'll have to tell me,” I respond. “I'm a Carter, Sebastian. I have resources you cannot begin to imagine.”He sneers. “And why would I want something that's yours when I can have what's mine instead?” He smiles, a feral look in his eyes. “I assume that we're of course talking about my half-brother.”Underneath the table, I clench my hands into fists, but I don't let the anger show on my face or slip into my voice. “Are