Chapter 7 Arwen
“Are you okay, Livy?” I ask Olivia when she begins to zone out. There’s this habit that she’s trained herself to do. It’s a fight-or-flight instinct—only for her, flight is all that matters. She retreats completely into herself to escape. Some days it’s almost impossible to drag her out.
“I think she saw a ghost,” the man in front of me laughs.
My gaze moves to the man in front of me, and I know that this must be Bear’s brother.
Olivia has spent hours with me in therapy, talking to me about the two brothers—both of whom carried pieces of her heart at one time.
Beside him is some woman who looks more like she’s dressed for a high-end brothel than a graveside service.
“Is there some reason you’re here, Mr. Aetos?” I question him while rubbing circles on Olivia’s back, trying to get her to snap out of whatever dark hole she’s found refuge in this time.
“I’m here to pay my respects.”
“I’m pretty sure that’s the furthest thing from your mind. I think it would be better if you just leave.”
“You can’t tell us what to do. My man practically owns this town, bitch.”
“Odd, for a man who owns a town, I’d think he’d find a better class of woman to be on his side.”
“Are you thinking of throwing your application in?” he purrs, his gaze roving over my body lazily.
“Blade!” the woman screeches. He seems to ignore her.
“He belongs to me,” she huffs at me when she fails to get a response from him.
“You should tell him that. I don’t really care,” I answer truthfully. I put both hands on Olivia’s face because I can sense she’s slipping away. Her whole body is trembling. There are tears sliding down her cheeks. She hasn’t had a panic attack this large in a while.
“What’s wrong with her?” Blade asks. He almost sounds concerned, but I don’t turn around to see.
“She’s freaking out,” the woman laughs. “Stupid bitch can’t handle seeing me and you happy together, Blade,” the girl says in her nasally voice.
“Livy, breathe slowly. In. Out. In. Out,” I demand slowly, keeping my voice steady, calm and monotone. I keep her eyes focused on me. “You’re safe here. Safe. Do you hear me?”
Tears slide from her eyes as she inhales, trying to control her crying. “Winnie,” she whimpers.
“That’s it. You’re coming back. Remember what we learned. Count with me, okay?”
“K,” Olivia says, gasping for breath, her entire body still vibrating with terror as she fights her fear.
“Ten.” I wait, and in a second, she repeats the number. “Nine.” We do this over and over until we count down to one. Olivia stares at me a moment and then holds her head down. I move my hands from her cheeks to her hands and interlock my fingers with hers. “It’s okay, Livy. You’re okay.”
“It hasn’t been this bad in a while,” she whispers, and I know she’s zoned out to the point she doesn’t remember Blade is standing just a couple of feet away.
Although, to his credit, he’s backed further away from us.
Maybe he’s not a complete asshole. As a therapist, I try not to judge him, since what he and Olivia have both been through is scarring, to say the least. In Olivia’s case, the scars are inside and out.
“Cool show you just put on,” Blade butts in, just as I was starting to give him credit.
I feel Olivia tense as she squeezes my fingers to the point of pain.
I just keep eye contact, mentally imploring her to stand strong.
It has taken a year of therapy to get where we are now.
She’s still fragile, and that’s the one reason I was hoping she would think about moving to Black Stone Ranch.
I know Carson would keep her safe from her brother.
He’s also very adept at dealing with PTSD and POWs in general.
Olivia may not have been in the military, but what she survived was brutal and soul-destroying just the same.
I’m still hopeful I can talk her into it, but I can only do so much.
“Why are you here?” Olivia asks, keeping hold of my hands, but looking up at him like the warrior she is—even if she doesn’t feel like it.
“I came to pay my respects.”
Olivia gives a hollow laugh. “Somehow, I doubt that.”
“Well, I didn’t think I’d see you again,” the woman beside Blade tells Olivia.
“I figured we would,” Olivia responds calmly. “I seem to be having a horrific spell of bad luck lately.”
“You bitch. You’re just mad that Blade finally realized what a real woman was and refuses to have anything to do with you,” the she-bitch-from-hell screeches.
“Is there a problem here?” Detective Sutton asks, moving in behind me and Olivia.
“I don’t know, is there?” I ask Blade.
“Detective Sutton, it’s funny that you always seem to show up when it involves the woman who helped kill my brother.”
“I would never hurt Bear,” Olivia growls, her body vibrating with anger.
“I think you should leave, Mr. Aetos. Olivia needs to bury her father.”
“At least she has a body to bury. Because of her, I’ll never have a grave for Bear.”
“I did everything I could—gave all I had to keep Bear alive,” Olivia cries. “I gave everything …”
She begins mumbling to herself, and I know this is going to go sideways really fast. I need to get her out of here. “Detective Sutton, can you help me get Olivia to my car, please?”
“I can—”
I turn around to look Blade dead in the eye.
“It has taken me a year to get her to be functional. Three minutes in your presence and she’s going backward.
I think you’ve done enough, Mr. Aetos. I might not know your true intentions when it comes to Olivia, but I can guess, and let me set one thing clear—”
“You can’t say that. You don’t know shit about me,” Blade growls.
“Maybe not, but I can assure you that whatever you think Douglas Davis took from you, he took much more from Olivia, so just back the fuck off.”
“Lady, you have no fucking idea.”
“Actually, I do. Because unlike you, I know the whole story.”
“I tried,” Olivia whispers. “I tried.”
I squat down in front of her and hold her cheeks again, forcing her to look at me. “I know you did, Livy. I know. Let’s go home, okay. We’ll work our puzzle, and we’ll come visit your dad tomorrow. Okay?”
She stares at me with eyes filled with tears. Her hands are gripping her dress, and I worry that she’s going to rip the fabric because her hold is so tight. “I want to be alone with my dad. I need to talk to him.”
Her words are little more than a whisper, but I’m encouraged because I can see the strength rising once more in her eyes.
In many ways, Olivia was so broken that she reverts into being a child at times when dealing with things of the past. Still, more and more, I can see the resolve in her.
She wants to get better—that’s not the problem.
The problem is that she’s been strong for so long that now she just needs a break.
I really need to get her to talk to Carson.
I look up at Detective Sutton. He gives me a slight nod, knowing what I’m asking—even if it is without words.
He motions for the man from the funeral home.
“Ed, we need you to end everything now. Clear this area. Miss Davis wants to have a private goodbye with her father. I have two deputies parked on the service road. I’ll call them over to help if you need it,” he adds with a pointed look at Blade.
Blade isn’t looking at him, though. He’s staring at Olivia’s clenched hands.
It’s then I notice she wore the silver signet ring Bear gave her.
It’s way too big on her, but she wraps yarn around it so that it doesn’t slide off her finger.
I can tell by the way Blade is staring at it that he recognizes it.
“Where did you—”
“You need to go, Mr. Aetos.”
“Hey! You can’t tell us to leave. Don’t you realize who Mr. Aetos is? He owns this town!” the woman screeches.
“That’s enough. You heard Ms. Mason. I’m going to need the two of you to leave,” Detective Sutton says, stepping between me and Blade.
“Blade? What’s going on here?” I look over at Mr. Lane and smile.
“Cross? What the fuck are you doing here?” Blade asks.
“Cross!” Olivia cries, standing up and moving to throw herself into Cross’s arms. I can tell it shocks the hell out of Blade and hide my smile. I think Blade Aetos is in for a rude awakening.
It’s way past time.