Bound to my Enemy novel Chapter 77

Chapter 77: Chapter 77.

When I finally pull back, my face feels swollen, and my eyes are burning. Tessa hands me a tissue without a word. I wipe my face, embarrassed and relieved all at once.

"I’m sorry," I say weakly.

June frowns. "For what?"

"For dumping this on you guys ."

She shakes her head. "You didn’t dump anything. I’m glad you trusted us enough to say anything, even though we practically eavesdropped on you and your husband’s conversation."

I nod, even though I’m not sure trust is the right word....

And for the first time since all of this started, I let myself to just sit there and welcome the comfort offered to me.

I slowly drift off without meaning to. One minute Tessa’s hand is moving slow and steady across my back, and the next my body just gives up. My thoughts blur slowly and the room fades while sleep takes me whole.

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I wake up to a warm body.

There’s weight behind me, an arm wrapped around my waist . For a second, I’m still half asleep, my brain trying to place where I am. The bed feels different too, much softer then the couch I slept in at Margaret’s place. The sheets smell like soap with something woody underneath.

Then it hits me whose body carries that unique scent.

I tense and shove back hard, my elbow catching against a chest. "What in the fucking hell......"

His arm tightens instantly, locking me in place. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

"Stop," Zane says quietly, his voice rough with sleep. "Just stop for a second."

I twist anyway, panic flaring hot and fast. "Get off of me, you freak. How did I even get here?"

He doesn’t let go. If anything, he pulls me closer, his chin resting briefly against the top of my head. "You fell asleep. You wouldn’t wake up so I carried and brought you here."

"That doesn’t give you the right to fu....."

"I know, I know little spitfire" he cuts in, sounding tired.. "Just... just stay still for a minute longer . I need this."

The words throw me off completely.

I still struggle for a while, but it’s half-hearted now, more reflex than intent. He doesn’t budge though. His hold is firm but not rough, like he’s afraid if he loosens it I’ll disappear.

My chest rises and falls too fast. My head feels heavy, that familiar light spin hovering at the edges. Fighting takes more out of me than I expect

"Fine," I mutter finally. "A minute."

His grip loosens just enough that I can breathe properly, but he doesn’t let go. We lie there in silence. His heartbeat is steady behind me, slow and grounding in a way I hate that I notice.

After a while, he speaks.

"I shouldn’t have said those things to you yesterday."

I don’t answer.

"I overreacted," he continues. "I crossed lines that shouldn’t have crossed."

Still nothing from me.

He exhales. "I’m sorry. For calling you a corpse, I’m sorry for everything I said last night."

My throat tightens, and I have to swallow before I can speak. "You don’t get to say things like that, apologize and think it’s all over."

"I know," he says. "But I am sorry."

I stare at the wall ahead of me, my jaw clenched. Part of me wants to pull away again, to remind him that apologies don’t erase damage. Another part is just too tired to keep the armor up.

He shifts slightly behind me, careful not to jostle me. "Have you tried treating it?"

"Yes," I say quietly. "More times than I can count."

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