Darius – Black Dagger Brotherhood Read Online J.R. Ward

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Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 82480 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 412(@200wpm)___ 330(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
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As she clearly dwelled in her own past, there was a special light in her eyes and her face, but he watched both fade, the sunshine eclipsed by darkness.

“My parents got into a car accident coming home one snowy night from a dinner out.” Her breath shuddered as it left her now. “I was fifteen and allowed to stay alone, stay up late. I was excited they were gone because I got to make my own meal and feel all grown up.” There was a long pause. “The police knocked on the door just before midnight. I was sleepy on the sofa in front of the TV, but not worried. My father could keep them out late, you know. It had happened before.”

When she didn’t go on, Darius closed his eyes. “What did the police tell you.”

“My—ah, my father… was okay, but in the hospital. My mother was killed instantly. No seat belt.” The sound she made could have meant a lot of things, all of them sad. “That night is why I don’t have a car, actually. To this day, I don’t drive. I don’t want to be responsible for…”

Jesus, he thought. And he’d hit her with his own.

“Anne, listen, if this is too hard, you don’t have to—”

“In the aftermath, my father was inconsolable.” As she spoke over him, he knew that she was deep within herself. “Me? I was crushed, but I also felt lucky I had a parent left. Except then… about two weeks later, he was charged with vehicular homicide because he’d been drunk at the time.” Another pause. “He never told me he’d failed a sobriety test at the scene. He never… said anything about that. And you know, the night the accident happened, I’d told myself he wasn’t, that he hadn’t been drinking. I’d told myself it was December and the roads were icy and it wasn’t his fault…”

Darius shook his head, and kept the cursing to himself.

“My father was sentenced to ten years in prison. Pretrial, he was offered a plea deal, but he refused to admit guilt—in part because of me, I think. He would have gotten five years if he’d just taken what was presented to him, but he didn’t want me to hear him admit to it.” She shrugged. “I guess that’s how I learned that you didn’t have to be a mean drunk to be destructive. He killed his wife and my mother, and then ruined my life along with his own—and for what? A couple of jokes? A few pats on the back, some belly laughs? I would have taken a boring wallflower and kept my family any day of the week, thank you very much.”

He imagined her so young, left to fend for herself in the world. “Where did you go?”

She took a deep breath, and exhaled slowly. “My grandparents on my mom’s side raised me, and even though they didn’t want me to, I tried to go see him several times. He refused the visits. He died about three years in of an overdose. He just couldn’t live with himself.”

Abruptly, she refocused on Darius. “So this is why I say… you can love someone and hate them at the same time.”

Reaching out, he tucked her hair behind her ear. “I don’t know what else to say other than I’m sorry. And… yes, you do know exactly how I feel.”

Anne put the plate on the bedside table. Then she took his hand in both of hers.

“You know something?” she said.

“What.”

“I didn’t realize how lonely I’ve been…” Her eyes returned to his. “Until now.”

Darius sat up slowly, struck by the realization that it was as if she were reading his mind—while thinking the same thing he was.

“Me, too. Anne… that’s how I feel, too.”

* * *

It wasn’t the amount of time spent with someone. It was the resonance of the moments you shared.

As Anne stared into the face of a stranger she’d known for such a short time, she felt like they’d been in each other’s lives forever. She was also keenly aware of how much she kept from other people. In sharing her story with Darius—and not just the facts, but the feelings—she had lowered defenses that were so integral to her, she’d forgotten they existed.

“Anne…”

There was a lot in the way he said her name, and even though the logical part of her brain was telling her to go slowly, everything else inside her was clear that she had found in this man what she hadn’t even been aware of searching for. The relationship with Bruce, if she could even call it that, had been performance art masquerading as an office romance. Spurred on by the likes of Penny and the other women on the support staff floor, she’d followed a path set by others: by the misplaced envy of those around her, by Bruce, with all his upward mobility… by the expectations that women needed to be married by the time they were twenty-five or their expiration date was triggered.


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