Chapter 42
I carriedher to my bed and tucked her in. She looked peaceful, and I knew part of that was the release of her horrendous story to me.
A hurricane of emotion stirred in me as I tried to figure out if Ghost was who I thought he was. I remembered seeing a clown tattoo on a man’s middle finger once. How did Vivian know he was truly dead? What did Calvin know about Ghost? I needed to talk to Calvin.
My attitude toward Calvin had changed since the story. He’d been there on that awful day and had saved her for me. But that didn’t mean I wasn’t cautious of his intentions with my woman. He’d been a boy then, but now he was a man. And any man who looked at her would want her.
Externally, Vivian didn’t appear weak or vulnerable. She could fight like a warrior. But tonight, I saw a part of her that still needed tobe nurtured and protected.
She was still hurting about her mom’s death and blaming herself for it.
After washing up, I slid into bed beside her, took her hand in mine, and fell asleep.