Sinfully Devoted by Amber Torney
Chapter Twelve – Logan
The moment I’d felt her hand move, my heart had skipped. For the last few days, there had been small signs that she was slowly coming to. We had all been taking turns staying with her. None of us wanted her to be alone when she did wake up, but the look on her face had fucking shattered my heart.
I could tell the moment she’d started to remember. The moment she remembered our encounter at the cabin. I had too many regrets, that day being one of my biggest, and I would give everything to go back and change that day. The promise I just made to her, I’d meant every word. She would never have to know what it felt like to be scared and alone again. If it took me forever, I would make sure of it. Just thinking about what I’d been putting her through, the guilt was tearing me up inside.
I had been mentally scolding myself since I’d tried to hold her earlier. The barrage of emotions I felt when she yelled not to touch her had hurt initially, but the fear on her face. . . it was something I never wanted to see again. It shouldn’t have hurt as much as it did, and lord knows I fucking deserved it, but it was like a thousand daggers ripping into me. I don’t know what I was expecting. I knew it wouldn’t be a walk in the park, but I had hoped it wouldn’t take too long for her to start warming up to me.
“Excuse me.” I tried to get the attention of the nurse that sat behind the desk at the nurse’s station. I didn’t want to push her too soon. I was amazed she hadn’t ordered me out as soon as she came too, even more so when I tried to give her some reassurance.
“Yes?” The nurse looked up from her computer. She looked as though she needed a break; her tired eyes looked less than impressed that I had interrupted her. I couldn’t fault the staff here. They had been really good since they’d brought her up from the ER. I knew they didn’t like it when we were all in her room; it’s why we’d set up a roster after the first night.
“Uh, Phoenix Brooks, the girl in room three,” I started to tell her.
“Yes, I know who you’re talking about. I also know you are the one that hardly leaves. ” I picked up on the irritated tone. “What can I do for you, Mr. Ducane?”
“I just wanted to tell you that she is awake.” The look on her face quickly morphed from annoyance, to something else.
“Thank you for letting me know, Mr. Ducane,” she uttered as she picked up the phone. “Is there anything else you need?”
“No, that’s all.” Shaking my head, I turned and headed to the waiting room at the end of the corridor. There was a small balcony there that I would head to when I needed to be alone. Now that my Tiny Dancer was awake, I could finally start to mend the bridges properly. There was so much I needed to say to her, I didn’t know where to start.
Taking out my phone, I shot off a quick message to Damon and Jonah to let them know she had woken up. I didn’t want to be away too long, but I needed some time alone to gather my own thoughts and feelings. I needed to figure out how to tell her everything I had discovered, without her resenting me even more than she already did.