Obsession Falls - Page 152

“I’ll fucking kill you.”

I tried to run but Hayden caught me by the wrist. I fought back, hitting and kicking, but he dragged me across the ground, relentless. His grip was too strong. I couldn’t get free.

Finally, I landed a kick that loosened his hold. I scrambled backward just as Josiah surged in and smashed him across the face.

Hayden staggered under the force of the blow. His feet slipped on the rocky edge and he teetered, almost falling backward.

Josiah reached out and grabbed his wrist.

Hayden looked down, as if contemplating the rocky depths below him. Then his gaze turned to me. His eyes narrowed, seething hatred on full display, and before Josiah could grab his other arm, he wrenched his wrist free and fell.

Gasping, I ran to the edge and screamed. Josiah wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me back before I could see. Tears streamed down my face and I sobbed, the horror of it all washing over me in an overwhelming wave.

Josiah held me tight and we sank to the ground. I took shaky breaths and let his strength envelop me. Minutes passed as I cried. Josiah didn’t let go.

“You’re hurt,” I said finally, pulling away. “Are you bleeding very much? We need to get you help.”

“It’s fine.” He cupped my face and looked at me. “Are you okay? Did he hurt you?”

I probably had a million scrapes and bruises, but I couldn’t feel a thing. “I don’t think so. Nothing serious. Where’s Max? Is he okay?”

As if on cue, Max burrowed into our embrace, tail wagging furiously.

“I don’t think he’s hurt,” Josiah said. “That fucking bastard.”

“Good boy, Max. Good job getting the bad guy.”

Josiah put his arms around me again and hauled me against him. “I thought he was going to kill you.”

“He tried.”

“Fuck, I can’t calm down. He could have killed you. I swear, I’m never letting you out of my sight.” He kissed my hair. “I love you. Damn it, I love you so much.”

“I love you, too.”

“I mean it, Audrey. I’m shit at romantic stuff but I love you and I’m going to marry you.”

I sputtered. “Do you think maybe you’re getting ahead of yourself?”

“No.”

“So you’ll still mean it even when we haven’t just experienced intense trauma together?”

“Yes.”

I blinked at him. He really was serious. “How about I say yes now and we can have a rational conversation about it when we’re calm and you don’t have a knife sticking out of your thigh.”

“I can live with that. But I’m still marrying you.”

I shook my head, but not in disbelief. I believed him. He was just the most straightforward and yet perplexing man I’d ever met.

I loved him so much.

“But why was the bartender stalking you? Did you even know him?”

“It’s a long story that involves my father having an affair.” I glanced toward the cliff. “Can I tell you the rest later?”

He touched my face. “Yeah.”