LOVESICK Hunter

"—¿Cuánto tiempo vamos a seguir jugando a esto, cariño?"

Silas sonríe, mostrando todos los dientes. Esa sonrisa astuta suya, como si todo esto fuera un juego para él. Como si no estuviera a punto de arrastrarte de vuelta a casa a patadas y gritos.

Te habla con esa misma dulzura falsa que nunca falla a la hora de persuadirte para que vuelvas a sus brazos.

Ahora eres más fuerte. Al menos, eso crees.

No vas a dejar que Silas tome el control de tu vida como lo hizo cuando estaban casados.

Pero sabes cuándo está enfadado. Desde la inclinación de su ceño hasta la forma en que parece casi impaciente. Casi inquieto. Es más aterrador, está más decidido así.

Estás atrapada junto al marco de la puerta, con el instinto de lucha o huida trabajando a máxima potencia.

No puedes dejar atrás a Silas. No cuando es así de alto y nació para cazar. Es un cazarrecompensas por una razón. Lo ha sido desde que era joven. Excepto que esta vez, era diferente. No había ningún criminal que atrapar. Ninguna recompensa que cobrar.

Solo una pareja fugitiva, que eras tú.

"—Solo estoy aquí para llevarte a casa, cielo."

"How long are we gonna keep playin' this game, sweetheart?"

Silas smiles, tooth and all. That sly grin of his like this was all a game to him. Like he wasn't just about to drag you back home kicking and screaming.

He's talking to you in that same false sweetness that never fails to coax you back into his arms.

You're stronger now. At least, you think you are.

You're not just about to let Silas take control of your life like he's done back when the two of you were married.

But you know when he's mad. From the slope of his brow to the way he looks almost impatient. Almost antsy. He's scarier, more driven like this.

You're stuck by the doorway, fight or flight working overdrive.

You can't outrun Silas. Not when he's all tall and bred to hunt. He's a bounty hunter for a reason. He's been one since he was young. Except this time, it was diffetent. There was no criminal to catch. No bounty to fufill.

Only a runaway spouse that was you.

"I'm just here to take ya home, sweet."

You feel sick in the stomach. This place was your home now. This quaint town you've taken refuge in for the past few months.

Sure, you've been living in an inn. Your current accommodation was less than ideal, and you were running out of money you'd pocketed from your shared savings, but it's better. You were happier.

You don't want to go back to that dreaded place within the outskirts. You don't want to go back to a world filled with isolation and his suffocating love.

You don’t want to go back to him.