Todos os capítulos de They Know What She Wants: Capítulo 461 - Capítulo 470

THEA ASHFORD °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･The soup had gone cold enough that a skin had formed across the top and the bread had hardened at the edges. I stood with my hands on the tray and listened, and when I heard nothing I set a fresh plate down beside the old one and knocked lightly.“Saraphina,” I called. “There’s breakfast. You don’t have to come out but please eat something.”I got no response in return. But even so, I still waited. Went as far as counting to thirty in my head, then to sixty, and when the door stayed shut I reminded myself that this was the pattern we already knew. Gage asked about her late in the afternoon, when he came upstairs with his phone still in his hand and that hollow look he had worn since the blood. I said she was in her room and as usual explained how she needed time. He nodded as if that answer was enough, or as if he did not have the strength to demand a better one, and went back to his calls. The day passed that way.Micah asked if Sara was sick and I kept t

I pressed my forehead against his chest."I'm worried," I mumbled into his shirt, and it came out muffled by the wool of his coat, which still smelled like cold air and the inside of his car. "I know she sounded fine, I know she said all the right things, but she's just twenty and she's sitting across from the last damn person on this planet who should be anywhere near her.""I know," he said, and his hand moved slowly up and down my back. "I'm worried too, Love, I promise you I am. I'm sorry that I didn't show it on the phone, but I think if I had, she would have heard it and hung up, and then we wouldn't have had even that much." He let out a breath that shook a little on the way out. "And I'm sorry about something else, because I know how this is going to sound, but I'm relieved. Knowing Noah is okay is the first thing in days that's let me breathe all the way down."I pulled back far enough to look at him. There was something in his face, something like uilt, the look of a man ap

"Fine," he muttered under his breath, dragging a hand down his face. "You win.""Really?""Don't sound so shocked, it's insulting." He pushed himself up from the chair, a wince tightening the corner of his mouth as the movement pulled at the bandage beneath his shirt while he lowered himself onto the edge of the bed.Then he exhaled, leaning back against the pillows with obvious relief now that he wasn't fighting gravity anymore. "Are we good now?""Not even a little." I sat on the edge of the bed next to him."What else do you want me to do." He reached over, tugging lightly at my wrist until I shifted closer, letting my head rest against his shoulder even though I kept half an eye on the bandage. "Because I want you to stop worrying so damn much. You're gonna give yourself premature wrinkles."I rolled my eyes.His hand found my hand, lacing our fingers together loosely and we stayed like that for a while until I broke the silence."I spoke to them yesterday.”He didn't need to ask

It hit wrong the second it reached my lungs and I coughed out, turning my face just enough that I did not blow the smoke straight back at him, my grip on his fingers tightening through it. He went quiet for a beat, then let out a low chuckle, disbelieving more than amused.“Christ,” he let out, still holding the cigar between us because I had not released his hand. “You don’t even smoke.”I coughed again, eyes watering but I forced the words out anyway. “You can’t take it back so I’m staying.”He chuckled and his free hand came up to rub over my hair, a rough, absent pass that messed it up. It surprised me enough that my grip on his other hand loosened. He used that. Slipped free, brought the cigar back to his own mouth, and took another drag, smoke slipping past his lips while he looked at me over it.“Stubborn,” he said, then reached up with his free hand and wiped the light tears the cough had left at the corners of my eyes, thumb brushing once under each of them. "You're welco

"To answer that, we have to take a trip down memory lane. I should start by saying I didn't choose this kind of life, which is important, because it's the very reason we met in the first place.”She turned the glass in her fingers as she went on. "I was born into this life through my father, who ran the organization's entire armory, and he treated it like a family business, which I guess it was. Dinner table conversations about shipments and birthdays where men with guns showed up with presents. It never struck me as odd, because to me that was just what my father did."She snorted. "Anyway, he died when I was twenty-two. Heart issues which was hilarious, because the man spent thirty years pissing off people who wanted him dead and it was a fucking artery that got him"I'm sorry,” I let out, not knowing what else to say."Oh, don't be, I barely had time to be sad, I got handed the whole business the next week.” She took a sip. “Oh.”She nodded. “Yeah.”I leaned against the brick an