“No… Grayson. You can’t…”
“I’m not doing anything, Brad. This is all on the mate who Fate sent for us. Look at her. Isn’t she magnificent?”
Brad sighed as Nevaeh slammed the door hard enough to shake the foundations of our house.
“She’s Heaven,” Brad whispered.
I echoed his sigh and let him go.
“Yeah, that’s the twist with Heaven. You’ve gotta earn your way there. And the road is fraught with pain.”
Chapter 11.
Nevaeh.
I grabbed my keys from Claire’s house, and luckily she was nowhere to be seen. Then I ran outside and remembered that my car was still in the woods, broken down and bear-trampled.
“Shit!”
I could scream.
Literally.
“Argh!”
Those fucking… stupid… men! What the hell did they think I was? A possession, that was for damn sure.
I looked towards the road that led out of town. Some exercise wouldn’t hurt me.
I picked up my cell and called the local taxi service.
“Hello. Yes, my car’s broken down and I’m on the river road about fifty miles out. Can you send someone? I’ll be walki
ng, and you can call me on this number. Yes. Thank you.”
I started pounding the pavement, pumping my arms to push the blood through my body to keep me warm.
Cool my temper.
A more calm part of my brain reminded me that the last time I’d tried to leave this town I’d ended up in a car accident.
“Well, you don’t have a car and it’s the middle of the day still, so…”
Actually, it wasn’t exactly the middle of the day anymore. Darkness was heading over the horizon.
I walked harder. Faster. A part of me wanted to turn around and return to the safety and the warmth of Grayson’s house.
No. Not again!
I was never going back to a situation where someone else could control me, belittle me, and alter my life to suit him.
But the biggest problem, if I were honest, was that I didn’t trust my own judgment when it came to men.
Claire had said that the sex would show me what sort of people they were.
Oh, God, had it.
Super dominant and… I couldn’t even think about it...