Conrad’s POV.
Hearing my goddess talk about the girl she loved, seeing the pain on her face and the devastation and guilt in her voice makes me hurt, makes me ache to wrap her in my arms and shield her from the world, to shield her from the pain and cruelty.
But she doesn’t see it. She doesn’t see that she is already doing that and that she doesn’t need to do that anymore. I’ve got her, I’ve got her back. Even though she is here to save my arse, I’m here to save hers.
My phone rings, and I sigh and roll over and grab the phone from the bedside table and see it is my friend Tommy calling.
“Hey,” I say to him and I can hear he is in the office at the club, the music pulsing through the phone.
“Where are you? Dean is waiting for you.” Ahhh f**k.
“I’m not coming tonight. Something came
