Chapter 42

She combed his bangs gently with a comb, then began to trim

the hairs on his forehead bit by bit. All of her attention was

concentrated on the task at hand.

Jason watched her. The way she studied him, 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 stabbed at him.

He saw how she’d been abused in the time that he knew her.

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 him?

She sucked in a breath and he hung on to that little sound.

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

She didn’t smile enough, he realized.

Her skin was still red, likely from the wind and cold, and though it

pinkened her cheeks and nose, it only enhanced her beauty.

If he looked hard enough, he could see that she’d been beautiful

once.

Her features carried symmetry and character.

But it wasn’t the outward appearance that drew him, but rather

what came from within.

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

And knowing that she appreciated him for him… awakened something inside him.

done.” After an unknown amount of time, her voice

if

steps back, and carefully looked at him for a while. “My skill isn’t too

flicked off the fine

take a shower,” Grace

normally would. Warm water rushed over his body as he stepped in and lowered his head

this scar had grown very

he would

abandoned him and his father.

thing he had left

begged her not to leave, and not to abandon him and

her head

she could

memories didn’t remember

the details of the day, aside from what she wore, how

into a snarl, and how he’d been

when the metal he fell on

the metal had gotten

lucky, a centimeter to the left and

to save his life at all.

had told himself that that

his mother.

himself

father’s death, he stopped having expectations of

anyone.

did not have expectations, he would never be

was just

the tap, wiped his body dry with a

walked out of the bathroom, his eyes

table and seemed

something.

had he started having expectations of her? He

her smile, looking forward

happiness.

she looked at him with gentle

Her smile lit up the whole

“Jay”.

his name on her lips brought him joy.

hair,” she said as she stood up to

of the table and saw some

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