Read Transcending Nirvana (Dark Evoke #3) for Free Online Page B

life I had tried to make her see and understand that she deserved. Even now, the thought of her ribs black, red and purple twisted my stomach into knots and filled my head with so much anger, so much hatred that the actions I knew I was capable of, and wanted to act out, scared me.
    “Walker, leave her for a moment, we need to talk. She’s not going anywhere.”
    We needed to talk? No, Kady and I needed to talk, desperately.
    I didn’t want to leave her. I should’ve been in that room with her comforting her and explaining why we did what we thought was best. Instead, one inch of stingy, pathetic wood stood in-between us. Sighing and torn, it was the pleading, hazel eyes staring at me with a familiar stubbornness that had me eventually pushing myself away. With my focus on my bare feet as I trudged up the hallway, I did something that I was beyond terrified of doing: I left Kady in my room, alone, with my safety box under the bed.
    “I cannot believe that you fucking told her Laur, what were you thinking?” I took a seat on the arm of the sofa, my hands fisting and tugging into wet hair.
    Her shoulders were hunched as she shook her head. “I have n––” pausing, her brow crumpled. That was an expression I was used to seeing, the same one that she wore for hours the night I met Kady at the DeLaney Constructs dinner. I had pounded on her apartment door so hard after dropping Kady home that night, that she answered it with a baseball bat at the ready…
    “Kady, as in Kady Jenson, my friend and your boss’ girlfriend?” she scoffed, taking a draw from a bottle of Bud. “Walker, you gotta stay away, there’s going to be fucking trouble if you don’t. Trust me––”
    “I can’t. She…she’s so much like Her. She puts on a façade, she wants the world to think she’s strong but I can see through it,” I’d told her in my defense. I knew that night that Kady Jenson was a soul that needed protecting, and more than anything in this world, I wanted to be the one to protect it.
    My moment of nostalgia was cut short by an accustomed hand on my shoulder, her forehead still marked by that deepening crease. “In my defense, you were the one who let the cat out of the bag.”
    “How fucking mature, cousin, na…na…na…na, na, na is it? Back at fucking school am I?” I snapped.
    “Eh, come on you idiot, you know that’s not what I meant.”
    “’Aye,” I pushed my hands into my hair again and groaned. “I’m sorry. I’m just…” scared . I was scared, but one thing I’d never do is admit it. Admitting it gives a right for someone to twist it and play on it. Take it and use it to their own advantage and in most cases, it makes you fucking worse. I knew Laurie wasn’t like that, still, one habit bred from childhood stays with you, especially if you’re smart enough to learn the fucking lesson.
    My body jerked as she raised her hands to hold my face, and I watched as the persistent vixen broke free. She was only a tiny thing, yet even when I refused to look at her, she would easily force me in the way only her tough-arse persona could. My family had tarnished that woman too fucking much in all those years.
    Eventually, I gave up, and letting her win, I looked into her hazel almond-shaped eyes. “You have to remember that she has only just got her memory back. Do you know what that means? How scared and embarrassed she must feel?”
    Now I felt like the prick in the room. I’d been so wrapped up in having her that I never thought about how scary this shit must have been for her.
    “Walker, she has been hit head-on with over two years’ worth of abuse and violence. Both of which, at the time, she was able to justify in that head of hers. Now she can see it for what it is––what it was––and that’s embarrassing and painful. Especially when you’re the last person to see it.”
    If it wasn’t the choking feeling lingering in my throat, then it was the worry of not knowing what Kady was doing