Chapter Twenty Two
Sitting on the edge of her bed, she kept fidgeting with the gold ring on her forefinger. Loving the feeling it had on her skin, she kept revolving it around and around, thinking as she did. Having no other jewelry, she felt it right that she had now one piece, a gift and a reminder of a man that she could not stop fantasizing about.
With Angel snoozing in the corner, she placed her face in her hands and moaned. Unable to stop thinking about the missing knife, she tried to place what was currently going down in Vegas in her mind, hoping that Mal was not a part of it. Remembering his sweet words, she calmed.
“Sleep, your safe here. When you wake I will be here.”
Her smile fell from her lips as she thought again about the knife and the fact that the homeless and poor we
