Secrets Best Untold by Nicky James

Author:Nicky James [James, Nicky]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fantasy Romance
Amazon: B01IKOFOL2
Goodreads: 31339575
Published: 2016-08-02T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

Present Day

Brandon

A stirring in the room wakes me a little after dawn. Listening intently, keeping my eyes closed, I hear what I presume is a maid servant stoking the fire. A clattering - probably dishes - are set down on the bedside table behind me. Breakfast. A soft female voice whispers something I can’t hear, but it’s not meant for my ears. I hear a deep throated, grumbling reply and I know he is still in the room. I shouldn’t be surprised; he has barely let me out of his sight since my rescue.

I peek my eyes open and peer around my burrow of blankets without moving. The drapes are drawn closed, but the sun leaks through around the edges, creeping into the room and with it brings the promise of a new day. A new day perhaps, but wrapped in old scars, it looks just like every day before it.

I lay perfectly still. The maid servant is gone, but I can hear him shuffling and breathing behind me. He’s up and pacing again; a nervous habit I’ve seen him do a million times before. In a previous life, I would have tried to quell his nervous energy with a kiss. Today, I just wish he would leave me alone. I wish he would go on with his life and forget I ever existed, so that I too can forget. His presence only makes everything more real and harder to get away from.

He has made a great effort to try and pull me back to this life with him and it’s getting harder and harder to hold him at arm’s length anymore. However, the life we shared, as beautiful as I remember it being, was based on lies and my truth is more than I wish him to know.

It was absurd to think I could form a new life for myself here in Ludairium, with him. Absurd to believe I could bury my past and not expect it to come back and laugh at me in the face. Having been hidden inside for so long, entombed for so many years, I was beginning to believe it had never existed, but that was fools thinking. My scars run deep, so deep I had been able to make them invisible to the naked eye…or so I thought, until Rovell reopened them and made them fresh again.

Today, as I lay here hiding from the morning sun and the man I once gave my life to and loved, my newly opened wounds bleed, weep, and cry out, reminding me of a time, long ago suppressed.

“B?” I feel the bed shift under his weight and I know he’s sitting beside me. “B, there’s food. You need to eat. Can I help you? Please.”

His voice is pleading and I can hear his pain, but the hollowness inside me cannot be filled or satisfied with nourishment. It is a far greater emptiness, as though someone has raked my guts and organs clean out of my body and left me with literally nothing inside.

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