me, to which I step backward, until the wall behind me is pressing against my spine. Planting a hand against the wall, he leans forward. It’s not his face that scares the shit out of me right now, but the proximity of his body, and I’m suddenly very much aware of his size compared to mine. How small and delicate I must look beside him. Small. Delicate. Totally breakable.
“Careful, girl,” he whispers in my ear, casting a shiver of goosebumps across my skin with the dark promise in his tone. The air of authority that radiates from every cell of his body like the crack of a whip. He pushes away from me and gathers up the books from the table behind him--references for music composition, I notice--and taps his knuckles on the wood. “At least I get to wear pants.”
As he steps past me, leaving a delicious trail of whatever cologne he’s wearing, I exhale a breath and shake my head.
Stupid dress.
Arms brimming with a selection of books, I exit the elevator, and at the sounds of screaming, I rush toward Laura’s bedroom, shoulder slamming into the door. “Laura?”
From beside the bed, Nell pins down her arms, while Laura squirms, trying to break free.
“Amelia! Why aren’t you answering me? Answer me!”
I drop the books onto a nearby chair and dart across the room to the opposite side of the bed. “What happened?”
“You can’t leave without telling me.” The anger in Nell’s voice strikes like a slap across the face.
“She sent me down for some books. I was only …. I was only gone a few minutes.”
“I found her out on the balcony, calling for Amelia.”
Oh, my God. This woman’s mental status is about as predictable as a category five hurricane. “I’m sorry. It won’t happen again. I’ll inform you each time I leave. Is there anything I can do?”
“No. I gave her something to sleep. Just waiting for her to calm down. You might as well go. She’ll be out the rest of the day.”
Shoulders sagging, I can’t help the feeling that I’ve failed her again. As I leave the room, I glance back to where Laura has finally settled. Only her head rolls back and forth, as she stares up at the ceiling.
Chapter 14
Lucian
Sixteen years ago …
With one arm tucked under my head, I lie stretched out on my bed, tossing a tennis ball into the air and catching it one-handedly.
At a knock of my bedroom door, I don’t answer, but keep on with my solitary game.
Another knock.
Jaw grinding, I throw the ball harder than the last and catch it again.
The door clicks open, and Solange steps inside, closing it behind her. I can’t deny the sight of her hardens my muscles, but at a flash of my father fucking her with the baton, I curl my lips and look away.
Arms behind her back, she rests against the door. “I waited for you. At the cave.”
“I’m sure you did.”
“You never showed. Why?”
I shrug with disinterest. “I wasn’t interested in fucking you after my father’s dick was in you.”
Lowering her gaze, she purses her lips as if to hold back a laugh, only pissing me off more.
“Get out.”
“I saw you kiss her. At the piano.” Her huff of disappointment echoes through the room. “I was … out of my mind. Jealous. Angry. Hurt.”
Catching the ball one more time, I swing my feet over the edge of the bed and sit upright. “She kissed me. I had nothing to do with it.”
“But you didn’t push her away.”
“No. I guess I didn’t. Just like you didn’t push my father away.”
“I can’t stand your mother … constantly making me feel like I’m nothing but shit under her designer shoes. The baton? Yeah. It was bad. But I’m tired of feeling like some lowlife.” She tips her head, no doubt trying to get my attention, while I do my best to keep from looking at her. “As for your father? I don’t have a choice. He threatened to get rid of me if I don’t fuck him when he asks.”
Frowning, I finally meet her gaze. “Fire you?”
“You’re the only one, Lucian.” The lower hem of her dress draws my attention to her bare legs as she steps further into the room. “The only one who makes me feel good. Who makes me feel … worth something.”
“And you fucked that up. So, like I said, get out.” I toss the ball into the air again, but she catches it this time.