Chapter 125
Sapphire POV
I sat at my desk, caring blankly at the papers in front of me. The weight of the world seemed to be pressing down on me, a heavy, suffocating blanket of anxiety. Clara, my assistant, walked in and cleared her throat to get my attention.
“Sapphire. I need you to sign off on the new client,” she said, holding out a pen and a stack of papers
Took the papers from her, scamming them before signing. But my mind wasn’t on the papers or the new client. It was on Victor and the conversation we had earlier. His words echoed in my mind, a hunting melody that wouldn’t leave me alone.
It was basically when I have been thinking about since I came here, I couldn’t even remember my walk from the car park to my office
Clara noticed my distraction and mixed an eyebrow. “Everything okay?” she asked/
I nodded, trying to brush it off “Yeah, I’m fine past a lot on my mind.” I said, attempting to downplay the turmed that was brewing inside me
Clara nodded sympathetically. “Well, if you need to talk about it, I’m here to listen,” she said, her eyes filled with kindness.
I wish I could speak to her, maybe get somebody else’s opinion, but I didn’t want to draw her to this life, what she doesn’t know cannot hart her.
I smiled, grated for her concern. But I didn’t feel like talking about it. Not yet, anyway. I was still trying to process everything that had happened with Victor. The way he looked at me, the way he spoke, it all fel sointense. It left me feeling thaken and unsure.
I sat there, lost in thought, my mind began to sender back to the conversation I had with Victor I couldn’t shake the feeling that he was hiding something from me, that there was more to his story than he was lening on. His words felt like a puzzle, pieces scattered across the floor, waiting to be put together.
Just as I was starting to get caught up in my thoughts, my phone rang. It was Aragon.
“Sapphire, we need to talk,” he said.
I felt a shaver run down my spine as I heard his voice. What did he want to talk abour Was he calling to check on me? Or was it something else
entirely!
“What’s going on?” I asked
“Theard from Marcel that you were talking to Victor earlier,” he said, his tone firm. “What was thus about!”
Thesitated, unsure of how much to reveal. My fingers–rigwened around the phone, my palse quickening 1 didn’t want to lie to Angon, but the truth. the truth was a tangled mess I wasn’t ready in unravel, Not yet, anyway.
“We were just talking.“ Luid, trying to downplay the conversation.
“Sapphire, 1 don’t want you talking to him. He’s not good for you!
The frustration boiled up inside ine, a hot, bitter taste on my tongue. “Why are you always trying to control me. Aragon?” Tasked, “Tcan take care of
myself”
“Sapphire.” he said. “I’m just trying in protect you. That’s why I want you to come back to the park house. So I can keep you safe”
A wave of anxiety washed over me, a cold dread settling in my stomach. I didn’t want to go back to the pack house. The thought of being trapped there, under everyone’s watchful eyes, felt suffocating. “Argon. I don’t know if that’s a good idea.” I said, crying to stall for time. Thave a lot of work
to do here.”
“Sapphire, it’s not hafe for you to be out here on your o
he insisted
“Vieter is still out there, and I don’t trust him. Please, just come back to the pack house and let r
care of you.”
The emotions swirling inside me were a chaotic mess. Anger at his comrol, a flicker of gratitude for his concem, and a deep–seated fear that I wa losing myself in this tangled web of secrets.
As I listened to his voor my resolve started to crack. Maybe I was being under to Aragen. Maybe he did war to protect me. I thought about all the times he had been there for me, the way he had always been my rock, my luven.
I closed my eyes, picturing his face, the way his eyes crinkled when he smiled.
A wave of heat flooded my face as I heard his words. My hear hammered in my chest, a drumbeat of anger against the tender thrum of something che, a strange, unending warmth that I couldn’t quite name. He was always trying to control ene. It was infuriating, yet, the concern in his voice, the genuine tranne in his tone, it tugged at something inside me. he did care, didn’t he?
The angersimmered, but the warmth persisted, a stubbom ember that refused to be extinguished. I could almost feel his gaze, see the worry etched ou has face, and it did something to my resolve. Maybe I was being unfair. Maybe his desire to protect me, to keep me safe, was a genuine one.
I closed my eyes, the memones flooding in. The time he d shielded me from Victor’s attack, his body a living wall against the beast’s fury. The time he’d chased away the nightmares that haunted my sleep, his hand a steady comfon on my trembling shoulder, and the way he always knew how to make me smile, even in the darkest moments.
A flicker of a smile rouched my lips, a ghost of the warmth I felt deep inside.
He was right, wasn’t be!!
with him. I did feel safe, and protected
Chapter 129
“Il come back to the pack house, Dan just for a little while.”
“Thank you, Sapphire. 171 send someone to pick you up tomorrow morning.” Then, the line went dead, I sat there, the phone heavy in my hand, the warmth in my chest growing stronger with every pasang second.
What had I just gotten weself into?
