Dawn of Forever by Ann Jewel E

Author:Ann, Jewel E. [Ann, Jewel E.]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Publisher: Jewel E. Ann
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Four

Knight

JACKSON FINISHED DRYING the last pan while watching Luke and Lake drive out of the development. The Days were no longer dead. Their past had caught up to them. Their past could put everyone involved in danger. It was time to go.

“I have to leave.” His eyes stayed focused on the slushy street. “I want you to come with me.”

“Sure. Where are we going?” Ryn took the pan from him, hanging it from the S-hook above the stove. “I hope to get a Christmas tree for this place. You could use some holiday cheer around here.”

Her comment, although oblivious to the true meaning behind his words, was just one more reason he had to take her with him. The last time Jackson lived in a home with a Christmas tree was his senior year of high school. The beginning of the end of his life as he knew it. He wanted a home, a wife, and a slew of holiday cheer. Jude wanted it too.

They could start over. He would run forever and take on a hundred new identities if they could be together. Jackson’s home would be his wife, and as long as they were together … he would always be home.

“We’ll take Gunner and Maddie too.”

She laughed, sliding her arms under his and hugging his back. “Gunner won’t love tree shopping and it’s too cold to leave him in the car. And Maddie? Pfft … feel free to call her, but I’m certain she will laugh in your face.”

He laced his hands with hers. “She can finish school someplace else.”

Ryn eased around his body to face him. Confusion lined her brow. “What are you talking about?”

“Marry me.”

“I feel like … we’ve had this conversation before.”

“We did. But most proposals mean ‘let’s be engaged and eventually get married.’ Like putting something on layaway. I don’t want to be engaged. I want to marry you—now.”

“Now?”

“Well, it’s Saturday. We’ll have to wait until Monday. Marry me Monday.”

Ryn squinted. “Are you pregnant?”

He smiled, just barely. She didn’t understand the seriousness of the situation. How could she?

“If I say yes, will you make an honest man of me?”

“Maybe. Are you sure it’s mine?”

Threading his fingers through her hair, he bent down and whispered over her lips, “I’m sure I’m yours. Just … say yes.”

“Jackson—”

He kissed her. It was unfair. Sexual coercion.

“Say yes.” He bit her lip, dragging it through his teeth. If he had to strip her down and use his tongue to make her agree to his request, he’d do it. A yes was a yes. He’d take it and run—run with her and never look back.

Her eyes answered him first. He loved her eyes. They were innocent. In spite of the hell her body endured, her soul had the innocence of a child. Ryn spoke in kindness, loved with a bared heart, and lived with a spirit that not even Preston Iverson could break.

She nodded, pulling her lip from his grip.

She said yes.

“I’ll marry you Monday.”

Step One: Confess the mercy killing first.

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