Break Me by Meagan Brandy

Author:Meagan Brandy [Brandy, Meagan]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-11-16T18:00:00+00:00

Chapter 21

Brielle

I’m far from broken and bruised, but when Royce carries and sets me on the edge of the still open trunk of the SUV he pulled the bat from, I don’t argue.

He tosses the wooden weapon to the side, quickly tearing out a first aid kit.

I keep my mouth shut as he does this, focusing on getting my heart rate down so the pressure in my head will settle and leave my sight alone.

His frown darts up to mine, and he dares to glare, but his eyes don’t match his touch.

His hands are slow and soft as far as grip goes, but from the pads of his fingers to the base of his palm is textured evidence of his years of basketball, and more, a calm roughness from hard work put in.

The carefulness in which he wraps his hand around the back of my calves, twisting and turning to inspect the tiny little cuts is unexpected. It’s as if he’s almost cautious, afraid to push the little shards of glass in deeper, maybe?

I can’t imagine he’s ever put his hands on anyone with restraint, be it for pain or pleasure.

Royce is far from controlled, but when he touches you... it’s with purpose.

To test or tease, to scare or scar, want or warn.

From what I’ve gathered in the time we’ve spent together, it’s understanding the intention that can be tricky.

He gives nothing freely, but if you look close enough, it’s there, hidden under thick lashes and deep, dark eyes.

Eyes that lift to meet mine.

Not five seconds later a sharp sting has me jumping, and when he looks down, I do too.

A teeny-tiny, thin piece of glass sits between his fingertips, and he bends, finding another.

He looks up and I nod, smashing my lips together as he pulls it out as well.

As he plucks out the third, he asks, “Why do you do that with your eyes?”

I tense, and his eyes pop to mine. “Do what?”

“Blink like crazy, squeeze them closed, pat on your eyelids like you did when I found you outside at your aunt’s?”

He notices?

I look down, twitching when he goes for another shard of glass. “My vision...” How much do I share? “It gets foggy sometimes, doubles, but it always comes back.” For now, until the nerves give completely, and all that’s left is darkness.

His features harden as he stares at the cuts on my legs, and I know he wants to ask more, but he changes the subject. “How often do you and Bishop talk?”

I sigh. “We used to talk almost every other day at the least, but the last few months, it’s been a lot less.”

“Has he said why?”

“No.” I hate how my voice lowers.

“What did he say the last time you spoke?”

“That’s none of your business.”

He frowns. “You want to fuckin’ talk or not?”

I try to jerk my leg from his hold, but his grip tightens, holding me there.

It takes a second of neither of us giving in for him to finally scoff and get back to fixing me up.

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