Dark Captor (Dark Syndicate 2)

“Yeah, I do.” I reach for a muffin and start eating. It taste amazing and opens up my tastes buds to want more. “These are amazing.”

“Thank you. Eat up we have plenty. I thought it might help you to settle in, especially being in another strange house, and I … noticed you looked a little off all day.”

“Yeah… things are going to change again. In a big way.”

“Change could be good. Especially when it’s in line with your goals.”

“Yeah. I just wish…” I’m wary of how much I say. I can’t say much if anything at all.

She reaches out and touches my hand. “I’m sure whatever he chose to do was well thought out,” she says and I gaze at her.

She said he.

“Tristan,” she clarifies. “Tell me to mind my own business if you want but I sensed you must be sad because of him and not because of the situation. I guessed you stopped wanting to escape awhile back.”

I release a labored sigh and relax my shoulders. “It’s wrong of me to feel anything.”

“Why? Who says it’s wrong? Especially if you seemed to like each other before he took you.”

“I don’t know.”

“What did he say?” she looks curious.

“This week is goodbye. That’s basically it. It’s goodbye and I wish it wasn’t.”

“I know him Isabella and I assure you he would have thought about all sorts of things before he made that decision. I saw the way he looked at you and what I saw was his heart. I haven’t seen him look at anybody like that.”

It means a lot to hear that. “Thanks for saying that.”

“It’s true. Sometimes it helps to hear what others can see. That’s what I saw when I looked at him.” She gives my hands a gentle squeeze. “This week is going to be a very difficult week. We’ll need anything we can hold on to for hope.”

I nod agreeing.

“I think whatever happens next is what’s meant to be,” I say.

“Yes.”

That is what I have to accept. It will help me prepare for better or for worse.