#Chapter38
/"Tell me what you want me to do with him, Emma./" His voice is breathy, the serious tone terrifying, hinting that he’ll literally do whatever I ask even if that means killing him. I catch the rage in his green eyes, making them almost luminescent. This is not my Jake. This is a primal, carnal version of my Jake and I want him to leave. I need my normal Jake back. I need his face, his voice, and his arms here with me.
/"Leave him here, leave him to rot in the street./" I whisper, burying my face against his neck and his hand comes to cradle my head protectively. He rests his mouth against my temple and breathes out slowly, some of the tension in his body releasing as he sags against me. Using me to calm down and disperse all the anger and adrenaline coursing through his veins.
We stand silent for agonizingly long minutes as I watch Ray’s huddled body on the damp, dark ground. He doesn’t stir at all and I begin to worry he has killed him.
