Chapter 29
KYRA
As soon as I hear the door shut, the sobs take over. My whole body is shaking. My back slides down the headboard till I’m curled up on my side. Knees still tucked up to my chest and my back facing the door. I must doze off for a few minutes when I hear the front door open again.
“Go away, Cal,” I call out, before I start crying again.
At least in my sleep, I stopped fucking crying.
My nose is so stuffed up that I can’t breathe out of it.
The pounding behind my eyes makes me want to take a hammer to my skull.
But none of that compares to the stabbing in my chest, caused by my own decisions.
I put a stop to this because I didn’t want to feel this pain.
But yet, here I am, maybe I’m just a masochist.
I feel the bed dip behind me, and I cease moving. Damn it, I told him I didn’t want to see him. An arm wraps around my waist and tugs me into them. This is not Cal’s arm. It’s far too small a feeling, and when I take a peek, it is way too pale to be my golden Callum.
“Hey, girlie.” Nyx’s soft voice comes from behind me.
At that moment, hearing her voice causes me to break even more.
“Cal texted me and said you could use a friend. Want to tell me what’s going on?” She asks while brushing my hair out of my face.
Even in his pain, or at least the last time I looked at his face, he looked like he was in pain, he sent someone to care for me. But what about him? Is someone caring for him?
“Not really.” The words are barely understandable through the sobs.
“I thought things were going really well?” She asks, her voice is so soft, softer than any other time I have heard Nyx be. She normally is the harsh love kind, not this soft, caring kind of love.
“Tha…that’s…the problem.” I stutter out between sobs.
“Why is that a problem, beautiful?” Nyx snuggles me closer to her, trying to wrap me in her body.
“Because if I let myself fall for him, it will just hurt me more.”
“More than you curled up in a ball sobbing your face off?” Nyx laughs behind me.
“Probably not, but is it worth risking?” I turn around to face my best friend, and her smile warms her face.
“Baby girl,” she brushes my hair back behind my ear. “If I have learned anything in the last year, love is worth the risk of pain. But I will support any decision you make.”
She pulls me into her chest, and I rest my head on her. My tears start to soak her sweatshirt, but she doesn’t seem to mind. My eyes grow heavy, and I feel myself slip into oblivion.
I wake up alone in bed again, but I can smell a sweet cinnamon scent coming from the kitchen.
Crawling out of bed, I snag my fuzziest sweatshirt and my slippers before wiping the eye crusties out of my eyes.
Wandering out to the kitchen, I see Dee standing at the small island, cooking French toast on an electric skillet, and Nyx is sitting on the couch with a large cup of coffee in her hand.
Her kindle resting on the arm of the couch.
“Look at y’all making yourselves at home in my house.” I yawn.
“Good morning, Sunshine.” Nyx jumps off the couch, sets her coffee down then she is on me. Pulling me into a crushing hug while I breathe in her warm vanilla scent.
“I thought you could use a good breakfast, and Nyx needs to eat, and she wasn’t going to leave you here alone. So here I am, cooking breakfast in my guest house.” Demitri laughs while explaining himself.
“Has anyone checked on Cal?” I know I shouldn’t care, but damn if I can’t make myself not worry about him.
“Graham is with him.” Dee gives me a look like he’s waiting for me to decide if I want more information
“Okay, good.”
I walk over to the cupboard and pull out my favorite coffee mug, pouring myself a cup of the sweetest energy ever. Placing it on the counter for a moment to retrieve my creamer and pour a generous amount of the peppermint goodness into the mug.
Heading over to the couch, I wrap my softest blanket around my shoulders and sit down opposite Nyx. Who has taken her place back on the couch.
“So I was thinking maybe we should go do some wedding stuff today?” Nyx looks over at me with a smile.
“Yes, drag the heartbroken girl out to celebrate love. Sounds like fun, babe.” I can’t help but laugh.
“Ah ha! I made you laugh. But still, we need to get going on this. We booked the venue and all that, but I need a dress.”
“Fine.” I groan. “Can I eat first?”
Well duh. I didn’t drag Demon here just because it would be fun to make the guest house smell good.”
Demitri brings over two large stacks of French toast, loaded with fresh berries, whipped cream, and powdered sugar. With strips of bacon on the side. The moment the plate is in my hands, my stomach grumbles loudly, making me realize how hungry I actually am.
What fucking time is it?
The clock on the stove says it’s 11:30, that must be why I’m starving.
“Eat up, then get ready. We have an appointment at one.” Nyx digs into her breakfast while Dee joins us in the living room. His own plate of French toast overflowed.
We all finish up our breakfast, and Demitri takes both of our plates and sets them in the sink. Before telling us that he will clean these up after we head out for the day. Nyx and Dee head back to the main house so she can shower and get around for the day.
Standing from the couch, I take a big stretch, reaching my hands way above my head and leaning back slightly. My body is sore from being snuggled up with Nyx all night and just holding all the tension of the night before.
You know, you can just call him and fix this right?
Ignoring the voice in my head that thinks we can just fix this, I head to the bathroom to take the hottest shower I can stand. I could use a little pain today.