Slept So Long – Queen Of The Damned soundtrack
He kicked the door with a viciousness that broke the last shred of him. Someone was going to pay for this. It wasn't going to be him. And he wasn't talking about the door.
She was taken, taken here to be hidden. His fists clenched. She couldn't be hidden from him – not for long, and not without consequences.
They searched, and it was him who found her. He always found her, and he held onto her; at least after he found her, and after she was sure. Sure she was safe, at least. She was never sure about him, and he made sure she remained unsure. While she was safe with him, she could be sure, but once he let go of her he wanted her not to be sure again. If she was sure about this, she wasn't safe. If she was sure about him, she wasn't safe. Not right now, at least.
He held back his questions, biting his tongue hard enough for blood to flow. She looked fine, she assured him she was fine. But he looked at her eyes, and froze for a moment. But she would be fine, because he was there and she was sure she was safe, for the moment.
Refers to: Eleven On Top, Janet Evanovich.
