Chapter 22
I was reluctant to open my eyes and leave the safety of Sam’s arms. But as consciousness returned so did my memory and I sat up, a sob choking my throat as I rocked backward and forward, unable to alleviate the pain tearing at my insides.
Sam held me tighter, calming my movements, his hands patting my hair. ‘It’s okay. You’re safe. I’m here. I won’t let anything happen to you.’
I wrenched myself out of his arms, falling forward onto my knees. Before he could touch me again, I lurched to my feet and shook my head when he made a move to comfort me. He stepped back, hands at his sides. I turned around and watched as police and paramedics scrambled around Monique’s dead body.
‘Tyler…’ Sam put a hand out towards me and I pulled away from his touch. I didn’t deserve his comfort.
