Blazed by Elise Faber

Author:Elise Faber [Faber, Elise]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781637491164
Publisher: Elise Faber

She still doesn’t have any fucking shoes on.

Or a jacket.

I want to tear open the front door, storm down the walk, and yank open the back of the police cruiser where Todd is currently taking up residence and choke him all over again.

For real this time.

Until those glassy eyes slide closed, and the last bit of life leaves his body.

“I guess I don’t need this,” Dommie murmurs, and I turn, seeing her lift her open laptop from the couch, watching as she taps on the keyboard and closes the screen.

“Don’t need what?” I rasp as I bend to retrieve her coat from the floor and walk across the room, wrapping it around her shoulders. She’s still shivering, even though it’s warm in the apartment, and I nudge her back onto the couch, lifting each foot in turn in order to tug off her wet socks. They land with soft flops on the hardwood.

“My business plan,” she says, nibbling at the corner of her mouth when I cup one foot between my hands and rub gently, using friction to warm it.

“Why won’t you need your business plan?” I ask, repeating the same process with the other foot.

“Because I can’t go back to Professor Johnson’s class,” she whispers.

Rage coils down my spine and I have to force myself to keep my hold gentle. “I don’t think Professor Johnson is going to be back in class, baby.”

Because Detective McKay took one look at the asshole, muttered to me that this wasn’t Todd’s first time being arrested for driving under the influence and trespassing.

Her nostrils flare on her inhale. “Oh,” she whispers. “Right.”

But I see she doesn’t completely believe me.

And look, I get it.

Powerful men get off all the time.

I know this from my own experience. My dad—a powerful man in his own right—never paid a dollar of child support until he was forced to after a years’ long legal battle with my mom. Instead, he used me as a pawn while my mother struggled to put food in our fridge and skates on my feet.

So yeah, I know that powerful men assault people, incite violence, use and abuse and walk free all the fucking time.

But my Dommie isn’t going to deal with that shit.

I lean in, cup her jaw for a second, and then reach beyond her for the blanket, tugging it down and wrapping it around her. “Regardless, I’ll go with you to the next class, just to make sure, okay?”

Her eyes widen, and she starts to shake her head. “That’s okay. I’m fine⁠—”

But I’m back in front of her, hands resting on her knees, my gaze holding hers.

“I’m going with you.”

Her lips press flat and her eyes slide away from mine for a long moment before they drift back. I see the resignation in the coffee-colored depths. “You’re not going to let this go, are you?” she asks softly.

“I’m here,” I say. “I told you this morning that I’m here and I’m going to stay here.”

Despite all the reasons knocking on my goddamned door.

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