Chapter 6
“J ust say the word and we’ll sneak your ass out of here in a heartbeat.”
“Lily’s right. It’s not too late to become a runaway bride.”
“More like a runaway wife now.”
“Same difference, really.”
The fierce looks of love and protectiveness from Cora and Lily that dance across their features as I look at them in the bathroom mirror makes me so fucking thankful I have them in my life. I would be lost without these two. And while the offer to run away is tempting, it’s not a smart decision. No, the smart move is to stay and figure out what the fuck is going on down in Scotland. It’s clear something big is happening.
Bracing myself against the sink, I splash cold water on my face while, thinking over what to say to my friends. How do I tell them the fear of leaving everything I know has me paralysed? I thought I had prepared for this. Realistically, while I didn’t know where I would be moving, I knew I’d be moving somewhere .
But now, faced with reality, I’m terrified. Stupid Abigail. It’s pathetic, and I need to remember who I am. Who I’ve been raised to be.
“Abigail, look at me.” I reluctantly meet Cora’s eyes in the mirror. She studies me for a few seconds before asking, “What happened? Did he say or do something to put that look on your face?”
“Everything’s fine, Cora. I swear he’s been the perfect gentleman.” I force a smile to ease her nerves, because despite what she said, it kind of is too late to back out now.
Time to pull my big girl panties on, fuck my nerves, and steel my spine to do this shit.
“It just hit me that I have to start over. I know everyone here so well. And now, I have to get to know all new people, including my husband. But I can handle it. Let's go back before Owen sends a search party," I tease her with a gentle smile.
Cora really has taken protective mama bear to a new level since having April.
“Abbie, if anyone can make a whole new group of people her bitch, it’s you. You’ve got this, and you know we’re only a phone call away,” Lily says, helping me smooth down a few flyaway hairs before we rejoin the boys at the table.
The concerned looks from everyone meet us, but I ignore them. Breakfast passes in a flurry of small talk and delicious food.
Soon, Jonathan stands, tapping a knife against his glass for attention. “We all have places to be this morning, so I’ll cut to the chase. I know there’s been a lot of questions about this wedding, and now that everything is settled, let me introduce you to our newest ally. The Clan. A merger was proposed by Logan and we accepted it. The union of Abigail and Logan is the physical proof of it. In a few months' time, we’ll publicly announce this to the other ranks, so for now, what’s said in this room stays in this room.”
He sits, and the room breaks out in shocked whispers.
Maybe I’m being naive but what Logan gets from this I can't see.
Sure, he gets me, but Jonathan gets a whole army. There’s more to this, and I’m determined to find out what.