Hayden POV
I am eager to get home, but I am also terrified of what I might find. My imagination has concocted a series of scenarios. From Reeva killing my brothers to them k********g or killing her.
So, when I see my cottage standing steady without a corpse in the street, I walk faster. I prepare myself to enter my cottage and find it empty … except for a couple of bloodstains when she fought them off when they grabbed her.
“Oh, thank Goddess,” I mutter when I walk through the front door and see Reeva standing in the centre of the living room, her breath coming in short, furious bursts. Her nails bit into her palms, fists clenched so tightly her knuckles turned white.
“Reeva?” I ask, looking at her thoughtfully, because she is clearly not in a good place. “What happened?”
“Jacob,” she
