A young doctor unexpectedly finds herself forced to indoctrinate into a paramilitary organization, where a stoic hero silently falls in love. Slowly, he earns her trust. The love between them burns away the darkness of the past and acts as a beacon...
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"Are you fucking insane?" A gruff, familiar voice filled my ears.
Solan.
My eyes flew towards the voice. Bright green and furious orbs burned into me. Air rushed from my lungs, and I jumped into his arms. The vice around my lungs released, and it felt like I could breathe for the first time in months.
He pulled me away from his body, resting his hands firmly on my shoulder and holding my eyes.
"You're done. This mission is over. Caleb and Arthur are next door. They have Heyes. We have another undercover here to observe." His voice kept its same angry and stern tone.
I nodded, forcing myself to contain the sob that had been building in my chest for more than a month.
"The sun will go down, the party will start, and we will leave." He murmured, bringing his tone to one more calming.
I nodded again at his words.
"A letter is being sent from a police courier back to the Barrons, to Otto and Heyes's mother. You guys were found dead in a tragic fire that happened in the cabin in which you were vacationing." He added, holding my eyes.
I nodded my head yet again, not trusting my voice.
The anger in his eyes continued to burn. He raised a hand towards my face.
I reactively flinched at the movement, conditioned after months with Mitch.
Solan grabbed my wrist and pulled my arm down. "He put his hands on you." He stated in disbelief—a statement, not a question.
I parted my lips to speak, then shut my lips again, not having any words.
"He put his fucking hands on you." He seethed angrily as the truth settled into his brain. He boiled in rage while pressing his palm gently to my face. I leaned into his touch, knowing Solan's hands were safe.
Solan's jaw clenched, and his chest barreled.
"You didn't call me." He said in angry accusation.
I bit the inside of my cheek, staying silent.
His eyes scanned my body, shining darkening with rage as he inventoried the bruises.
I shifted uncomfortably under this gaze
He turned his back to me, grabbing jeans and a sweater I had packed. "Change, " he ordered, extending the clothes in my direction. I took them, feeling the tears well in my eyes, and turned towards the bathroom.
Solan exhaled sharply, then caught my wrist, forcing me to stop. He pushed my hair over my shoulder, exposing my back. His fingers pressed gingerly down on my flesh, and that jumped with pain. More bruises.
