Chapter Thirty-Five

She had looked so pained when Jack had come in with the news. Was bad enough I was worried about her being stalked and having no idea who was following her or when they would strike. It was a worse feeling seeing her completely shut off when she heard the news. It was as if she wasn't even there anymore. She was drowning and wasn't surfacing. I grabbed hold of her, and became her life raft as I lead her to shore desperate to get her breathing again. She had said nothing all the way to the airport. In fact, she looked shocked as hell that I was coming with her. Guess I can't blame her though, my actions in the past, and now don't exactly add up. Still everything I do, I do for her. She was anxious as I lead her onto the plane. I gently guided her to a pair of seats that sat next to each other. The plan was still pretty empty only the pilot had come, and the crew to fuel it up. I pulled her close getting her to relax. I hear her take a deep breath I brush my fingers through her long hair gently. She snuggled closer. Mike came in followed by Jack who gave me an annoyed look, personally I actually get amusement out of his fucking annoyance because she belongs to me and that fucker will never have her and he knows it yet he still dares to look at me that way. He has a lot of balls I give him that. Once the plane took off, and I had her settled down. She passed out laying with my arm wrapped around her. I had a few hours to think about what I'd say to this man who was now fighting between life and death. This man that I hated for so long. Still now looking down at him seeing her practically in tears as she took his hand. The bond they shared, all thoughts of what I had planned to say, how serious and neutral I had planned to be were gone. Instead I want this man to like me for god knows what reason.

"Ren, did you come," he gasps putting the mask back on for a second taking a few breaths and pulls it down again. "to make sure I was dead?" The question is unpleasant, but he smiles at me, I laugh. The question is fair and he has all right to be suspicious of me. Our history is not in my favor here.

"Not today old man, I came to make sure you got better. I need you to survive, so we can have your blessing, Lord Silverman." I reply without thinking. I can see Anna's shock that I'd blurt it out so casually. Lord Silverman however; looked at Anna then at me She might have missed it I don't know but to me all I could see was the smile in his eyes. This might be just what he needs to fight and live. He takes a deep breath the mask back on his face and closes eye, his breath gets shallow as he goes back to sleep which you can tell he was fighting to do in the first place just so Anna didn't worry. I usher her out of there reassuring her that he just needs to rest. I have our driver take us back to Silverman manor where she too can get something to eat and rest. I don't need my angels' wings being broken if she doesn't stay strong if something does happen.

"Why are you still in this room?" I can't hide my shock, when I am taken to the room, we first shared, when I came here for the first time with her. I thought for sure, once she had taken on the role, she would have moved into the room made for her, or hell least requested a different room that would be set up for her. Something for the new head.

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I hadn't quite thought of his reaction to me still being in this room. Though I guess, I hadn't quite thought that he would ever step foot in this house again, to know that I was still staying in this room. "I didn't want a different room." I whisper not meeting his eyes. What would he think, if I told him I didn't want a different room because, I felt like it still connected us, and that leaving it meant that we where really over? I turn and walk over to the window. It was early evening now.

Envelope by his warmth, his arms wrap around my shoulders and across my chest as he pulls me close to him. "When did you start becoming so obsessed with looking out the window?"

I shrug "Guess your habit rubbed off on me. I always wanted to ask why do you always look out the window. It's the first thing you normally do when you enter a room?" He rested his chin on my head, I could feel him tilt it a little like he was thinking about the question.

"Wasn't the first think I did when we first came into this room, or into your room at the other manor last night either." I turn in his embrace. He's smiling mockingly.

"Don't joke only reason you didn't is because of the situation, and last night because of the phone call." I look at my feet. "You might not have come to my room at all last night if not for that phone call last night." I feel his hand brush my hair to the side.

"It became a habit. I felt like if I could see what's coming before it hit then, I'd always be a step ahead. I never saw you coming in a million years though. David might be right you might every well be the death of me, thing is I'd rather face down the entire world then to not have met you." I look at him I can feel the tears forming my heart aches but it's not from pain.

"Ren, if you don't kiss me this second before we get interrupted because, we know we will. I'm going to shoot you." I hear a soft chuckle leave his lips, he leans forward gently his lips softly graze mine. I want to complain how quickly that ended.

"Anyone interrupts, I'll just shoot them." Last thing he says before his hand slides further into my hair tightening as he pulls me harder against him. His lips lock mine as his tongue slide between begging for more. I wrap my arms around him giving him what he wants because, it's what I want.