He Gave Her My Eyes A Story of Final Sight novel Chapter 48

For a split second, Theresia could have sworn she saw a hint of tenderness in his otherwise icy expression. She blinked, but it vanished. Must’ve been her imagination.

A taxi pulled up and she practically dove inside, eager to get away. As the door clicked shut, she glanced through the window, catching one last look at Garry. He stood there, tall and striking, with an effortless air of elegance. Just seeing him like this, it was hard to believe he was the same man from that bloody scene in the private room.

She couldn’t shake the feeling that his voice was familiar, though. Like she’d heard it somewhere before. The thought nagged at her, but she brushed it off. No way. There was no chance she’d ever met someone as dangerous as him.

After Theresia left, Garry headed straight to the police station.

Tim was leading the suspect inside when Warren, unable to hold back, asked, “Garry, why didn’t you take Theresia home? Would’ve given you more time together.”

Garry shot him a cold look in the rearview mirror, instantly shutting him up.

Then, out of nowhere, Garry spoke. “I scared her tonight. She’s afraid of me.”

Warren’s mind went blank for a second. Was Garry, the guy who never smiled, actually… feeling bad? He almost sounded hurt.

Warren tried to reassure him. “You did it for her. That art dealer was making money off her work, selling fakes. He deserved what he got.”

Garry didn’t reply. He just absentmindedly touched the red string on his wrist.

Don’t be afraid. As long as you stay quiet, the bad guys won’t find you.

I’ll protect you.

I have to go now. My name is Theresia. Remember me, okay?

She’d left, dropping that red string by accident.

Snapping out of the memory, Garry looked down at the red thread wrapped around his wrist. Theresia, I never forgot you. I wonder if you remember me.

Warren suddenly remembered something. “Oh, by the way, Garry. Lawrence was at Epicurean Atlas tonight too. Looks like he’s the one Theresia was trying to avoid.”

“Thanks,” Theresia said.

The assistant adjusted her glasses, flashing a polished smile. “And here’s the stun gun you asked for. Mind if I ask why you need it?”

Theresia took the stun gun, testing the weight. It fit perfectly in her bag.

“Just for self-defense. Too many weirdos out there. Better safe than sorry.”

After last night, after seeing what Garry was capable of, she wasn’t taking any chances. If he changed his mind about letting her go, at least she’d have something to protect herself.

They chatted for another minute before the assistant left.

Theresia slipped behind the wheel and set off for her next stop.