Filthy rich werewolves by Taylor Caine novel Chapter 61

She combs my bangs gently with a comb, then begins to trim the hairs on my forehead bit by bit. All of her attention is concentrated on the task at hand.

I watch her. The way she studies me, so focused on her task.

That singular focus had served her well in her life—first with her education and graduating top of her class at University and later at Law School. And then in surviving prison.

Guilt stabs at me.

In the little time that I’ve known her, I’ve seen how she has been abused. It’s open season on this woman, and that’s largely because of me.

What must her life be like behind bars, with no one to champion or protect her, and countless criminals coming after her all in the hopes of pleasing me?

She sucks in a breath and I savor that little sound.

Her mouth is pretty. Full lips, a bright smile.

She doesn’t smile enough, I realize.

Her skin is still red, likely from the wind and cold, and though it’s pinkened her cheeks and nose, it only enhances her beauty.

If I look hard enough, I can see that she’d been beautiful once.

Her features carry symmetry and character.

But it isn’t the outward appearance that draws me, but rather what traits she possesses that come from within.

This woman… she’d been the one to fight for me. To sacrifice so that I could have a roof over my head, warm clothes, and something good to eat. She’s asked for nothing in return.

And knowing that she appreciates me for me.

I can’t say that anyone in my life shares that sentiment.

"It's done." After an unknown amount of time, her voice suddenly sounds in my ear.

“Oh, already?" It was as if time spent with her passed extremely quickly.

"Mmm." She smiles, takes two steps back, and carefully looks at him for a while. "My skill isn't too bad. In fact, it's rather good, and we've saved twenty dollars."

She smiles. Then, she takes out a dry towel and flicks off the fine strands of hair that are stuck to my face, neck, and on my clothes.

"Alright, go take a shower," Grace says.

I grab a change of clothes and walk into the narrow bathroom. Knowing that she wanted to conserve energy and keep their bills low, I don’t set the shower to hot as I normally would.

But that shit’s gonna change.

Yes, indeed. I suspect there will be a new owner of this apartment complex very very soon.

With time, this scar had grown very shallow. However, every time I see it, I think of that woman.