That’s exactly how he worded it too, making it impossible to fall asleep comfortably. He hadn’t acknowledged the idea of us being in trouble, getting in trouble, or doing anything wrong. He kept his arms tight around me, holding me to his body. I hated the position we were in so I managed to roll to my other side, facing Jonathan. His eyes were open and lost in thought. Was this how this man relaxed? Did he ever stop thinking? Working? “I won’t sleep until you’re asleep,” he whispered. “Protection.” “Thank you,” I said. “Mr. Black.” “Good girl,” he said. He came forward and kissed my forehead. “My beautiful Isabella Grace.” When he said my name, it created a blanket of peace around me. I left my eyes stared at him for a few more seconds, taking it all in, and then I closed my eyes. We were on the run. We were murderers. We were together. Every second of our lives ticked down towards death, like everyone else, but for us, it seemed to tick louder and perhaps even a little faster.
What do You think about His Passion (By His Command #4)?
