Wanted Angel - Sadie Moss Page 0,39
anymore. You probably feel lost, and I’m sorry about that. But I’m not sorry I met you, or that we all got to do this together, even with all the insanity that’s come with it.”
That makes me smile and melt inside, and we kiss, soft and slow.
I really do love him, I think.
Oh.
Uh oh.
Chapter Twelve
Ford
I can’t fuckin’ sleep.
I should be sleeping, because we’ve all gotta stay in the best fighting shape we can. We need to be sharp and alert to protect the angel.
We can’t afford to fuck up. To slip up.
I can’t afford to fail someone else I love.
Fuckin’ hell. I love her.
For a long damn time, I convinced myself I hated her. That all the emotions knocking around inside my chest were because I didn’t trust her and didn’t want her around. Should’ve seen the damn truth sooner—I was fighting the truth, because that’s what I do. I fight.
Even love, I fight.
Because the truth is, I’m scared as fuck that as soon as I get attached to something, I’ll lose it. I’ve already lost my brothers once, when the rift between Ryland and Beckett blew things all to hell. And a long time ago, I lost the only other person I ever loved. Because I couldn’t keep her safe.
Beck and Ry are in the other room strategizing. Knight is on watch, and Sawyer, Remi, and Nix are asleep, as far as I know. Trin’s probably asleep too.
As I think of the little angel, an overwhelming urge rises up in me. I need to see her. I need to make sure she’s here and alive and breathing. She could’ve gotten fuckin’ killed today, and even though I saw with my own eyes that we all escaped, I still need to see.
Throwing off the ratty blanket, I slip out of the makeshift stone bed, my feet silent on the floor as I stalk to the door and throw it open. I’ll just look. Just like I did back at Beck’s place all those weeks ago when I watched her sleep in his guest room. I wasn’t sure what compelled me back then, but I sure as fuck know what compels me now.
I love her.
My jaw clenches as I move down the hall. I haven’t said those words out loud to her. Hell, I’ve barely even admitted them to myself inside my own damn head. But the thing is, it doesn’t really matter if I admit it or deny it. The way I feel about Trin infects my every action, my every decision. My life has reformed itself around a singular goal.
Keep her safe.
Always.
The door to her room is cracked open a little, as if even in sleep, she didn’t want to cut herself off from us entirely.
Good. I like that.
I push it open farther and slip inside, then close it behind me. Dim light streams through the window, which is dirty as fuck but has no curtain covering it. The Hellish moonlight is a sickly sort of gray, but even that can’t diminish Trin’s beauty.
She looks small and fragile and beautiful as she sleeps peacefully, but there’s a set to her jaw that speaks of strength too. It makes the emotions inside me thrash even more violently in my chest, and as they do, Trinity’s eyes blink open.
Did she hear my fuckin’ heart crashing against my ribs?
Can she tell how hard it’s beating?
“Ford?” she murmurs, her voice sleepy.
Shit. I shouldn’t have woken her up. But now that she’s awake, her gaze locked with mine, I can’t bring myself to turn around and leave, to let her drift back into sleep.
She’s a siren, and she’s calling to me. Everything about her calls to me, and it always will.
With a low growl, I stride across the room, coiled fury and barely leashed violence. I can’t control my own emotions right now, and no matter what else I’m feeling, wrath is always present.
But Trinity doesn’t flinch back as I stalk toward her. Instead, she opens her arms and welcomes me, shoving the covers off and throwing herself into my arms as soon as I reach the bed.
My arms band around her. I lower her back down to the bed, my body covering hers, and for a moment, I don’t worry about my weight being too much for her. I need to feel the press of our bodies, and from the way her legs go around me, I think maybe she does too.
I could stay like this for-fuckin’-ever, but I don’t want to crush