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heaved the contents of my stomach into the toilet. Jace pulled my hair from my face before he started rubbing my back. I would seriously have to talk to him about this, I thought as another burst of nausea rolled through me. Sweat beaded at my hairline and I moaned as my knees gave out to hit the floor. Wow, I was weak. I wasn't sure if it was the baby or the box waiting for us in his office. But I was ill and hot - and Jace hadn't stopped rubbing my back.
    When I was finished and he was certain I wasn't about to begin again he lifted me up onto the counter beside the sink. He produced a toothbrush from under the sink, loaded it with toothpaste and looked expectantly at me. "Open your mouth, Angel."
    I shook my head. "I can brush my own teeth, Jace."
    "So can I." His eyes were serious - and delusional if he thought I was allowing him to brush my teeth. Absolutely not! "Open."
    "No." I shook my head. I would win this one.
    "Jace?" Caleb's voice rang out into the tense silence and I almost smiled as Jace growled low in his throat.
    "I'll be right out." He called before he set stern blue eyes on me. "Open your mouth."
    "Please go deal with the box with Caleb." I begged sincerely. "I don't want to know what's in it. I don't want to see it."
    "Angel," Jace handed me the toothbrush. He looked defeated and angry all at once. It was a chilling combination. "Are you sure?"
    "I'm sure." I said flatly. "I don't want to know. Not right now anyway."
    "What are you going to do in here?" Jace asked. I could hear his worry and I could see his frustration, but I didn't know what to do. I was sad and angry and above it all I felt violated. My savior was obviously stalking me. He'd sent letters to my home, my work, and now my fiancés work. It was too much. My mind couldn't handle this kind of creepiness. I wanted it to go away and right now, if I ignored it - maybe I could pretend that it didn't exist.
    "I'm going to lie down." I said quietly. I could barely maintain eye contact. "I'm tired."
    "All right." He rubbed the pad of his thumb over my cheekbone. "I love you, Olivia. You know you're safe with me, yes?"
    I nodded. This I knew without doubt. "I do know that, Jace."
    "Good." He swallowed, leaned in and kissed me on the forehead. "Come get me if you need me. I'm not leaving my office."
    "Promise?"
    He frowned. "I wouldn't leave you, Olivia."
    "I love you," I smiled half-heartedly. "Go talk to Caleb."
    ***
    I walked into my office feeling tense and fucking angry. Olivia was exhausted. This was taking its toll on her. The fact that she wasn't spitting fire and fighting to see what was inside the box had me worried. It wasn't like her. She always had to know everything and when it was denied from her - all fucking hell broke loose. But she didn't want to know. She wanted to sleep...and after spilling the contents of her stomach...it made me want to find the sucker that was doing this to her and kill him with my bare hands.
    "You all right?" Caleb's voice cut through my thoughts and I nodded sharply as I closed the door adjoining my office to the bedroom. I didn't want Olivia to be disturbed by our voices.
    "No." I finally replied as I walked across the space to the chair I'd deposited the box on when Olivia bolted for the bathroom. I picked it up and tore at the lacy ribbon. "I'm not all right."
    "Is that from him?" Caleb asked tightly. He was catching on quickly.
    "Yes." The ribbon fell to the side of the box and I lifted the lid. My throat felt tight as I stared at the framed photo staring up at me. It was a photo of Olivia as a child. She couldn't have been more than six when the photo was taken. Her hair was pulled back in a high ponytail, each strand curled with impeccable ringlets. She was sitting on a bench wearing a white frilly dress. There were tears in her eyes, but that wasn't what had my breath lodged in my throat. It was the sorrow I felt emanating from the photo. Olivia was hurting. Deeply. My Olivia was hurting.
    "What the