Total pages in book: 178
Estimated words: 163885 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 819(@200wpm)___ 656(@250wpm)___ 546(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 163885 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 819(@200wpm)___ 656(@250wpm)___ 546(@300wpm)
“Thanks. She loves to sing. She wants to sing with bands some of the time, but when she does, there are people who are sick. I had a headache the other night and she took it away. The next thing I knew, she had it. When I realized what she’d done, I was so fucking pissed I could barely see straight. She loves singing. Loves it. But when she’s up there, she can’t help herself . . .” He trailed off, shaking his head. “If I take that away, if I take everything she loves from her, what does she have?”
“You can’t take that away. You have to communicate. She has to trust you implicitly. You have to do exactly what Tyson said. Have signs, code words, and if that doesn’t work, then you become the caveman. Her band can be clued in, be part of her protection. They can help. As for taking away a headache, Savage, she has to be a healer. That’s her gift, and you have to let her do the small things that won’t kill her. Especially for you. For the people she cares about. Little things aren’t going to harm her, and she’ll grow in control.”
“So, eventually, she’ll be able to control her impulse to heal people?”
Libby shook her head. “No, she’ll have a little more control in that she’ll be able to reach out to you and tell you she’s in trouble. Can you stop yourself from taking on the emotional pain or the anger and rage of the others in your club?”
“No, I can’t stop,” he admitted. “I know to gain Seychelle’s trust, I have to be completely honest with her. I don’t want her to blame the others for the buildup of violence and rage that happens in me.” He rubbed both his hands over his head in agitation, wanting to pound his fists into the wall. For a moment the walls actually breathed in and out with him. “I can’t change what’s in me, Libby.”
“Has she asked you to?”
The moment she spoke in that soft, sweet tone, the terrible buildup of anger in him settled back in the well. He shook his head. “No, Seychelle isn’t like that. She’s . . . extraordinary.”
Libby smiled at him. “You’ve used that word before.”
“You’re absolutely certain that the things I need sexually won’t contribute to her becoming ill?”
Libby shook her head. “Those are two different things. I can’t stress enough that she has to take care of herself. Resting. Eating right. The right kind of exercise. She probably is already doing that, or she wouldn’t have lasted this long, but you need to be on board with that. If you really love this woman, Savage, you have to watch her the way Tyson watches over me. If you don’t love her enough to do that, walk away from her now.”
“Do you get upset with him when he tells you ‘Enough’?”
“Every single time when the compulsion is very strong,” she answered honestly. “Would you like it if Seychelle told you to stop when you needed to help out your brothers in the club?”
Savage hadn’t thought of that. He wouldn’t like it, nor would he be able to stop. He shook his head. “I see what you’re saying.” He couldn’t help but like her. “I can’t thank you enough. Blythe told me you’re a very private person and this would be difficult for you, so it’s even more appreciated. I understand wanting privacy more than most people.”
“I’m really sorry about revealing your talent to Czar and Blythe. I had no idea they didn’t know. Czar seems to be aware of every talent. He has a gift that way. How yours escaped him is beyond me. It’s very powerful, especially when you’re close to him. You use it on him quite often, don’t you?”
Savage considered carefully what he was going to say. She was Blythe’s cousin, and she could see into people, but he had no idea how much she actually knew of their childhood. The Drake sisters had stood with them when they had come to Sea Haven in the hopes of taking down a major human trafficking ring and killing the man who was determined to murder the youngest Drake sister and her husband, Jackson.
Savage chose his words with care. “Czar sacrificed a lot for all of us. When we were kids, the weight of us was crushing on him. Seeing all of us, the way he had to, unable to stop what was happening. Someone had to help him. I didn’t know I was doing it at first, and then when I realized I could, I started trying to develop my ability. I wanted it to be very strong so I could help him. I was so much younger, and he seemed larger than life.” He shrugged, a roll of his shoulders. “I don’t want to keep you, Libby. I really appreciate your time. I have a long way to go to help Seychelle, but I’ll find a way to get her back.”