Free Unjustly Destroyed (Incapable Part Two) by Marie Skye

pissed at him, I craved his touch.
    I quietly opened the door and almost gasped. Grayson sat against the adjoining wall, knees to his chest, head down. I inwardly smiled because I knew he must’ve stayed there all night. I wanted to reach out and touch him, and talk, and maybe even tell him everything. Instead, I sighed and tiptoed past him to grab a change of clothes, and headed to the office.

 
     
    Chapter Five
    Grayson
    Her lavender scent hit me before she did. I knew she thought I was asleep. I had to force myself not to break the damn door down and wrap her in my arms. To look her in the eyes and make damn sure she understood that we do not sleep apart if we're under the same roof. I don't care how pissed we are at each other. Orgasm denial was her punishment for keeping so many things from me. Things she didn't think I would find out. She'd been a busy bee these past few weeks.
     
    "I think you both have come a long way, Grayson. Give yourself some credit. It wasn't that long ago you were in here sweating bullets about losing her. And now you're practically inseparable. How about that?"
    I smiled. That damn Dr. Klein. "How about that indeed." I looked over his shoulder at the bookcase, at the half finished boat. "I thought you two would've finished that by now?" He turned and looked at the model and shrugged.
    "Me too. I haven't seen Emmalin this week." I froze at his words.
    "She hasn't been coming here?"
    He looked at me and shrugged on his sweater. "No. I assumed that was her decision. Tell her I would like to finish that boat, though, and it would be good to see her. I was hoping we would get it done this week. Give her my thoughts?”
    I nodded. “Yeah. I’ll do that.”
    I headed home, confused. Emmalin didn’t go see Dr. Klein this week. She urged me to see him by herself, and I agreed, yet obviously she didn’t go. Then what the fuck was doing this whole time? I got home just after nine, and she was already in bed. She’d been sleeping more lately. I watched her for a little bit before climbing in next to her. After a while, I began fingering the scarf and gently pulled on the knot, freeing it. I froze. The marks on her neck. I slowly sat up to get a better look. I lightly traced the marks with my hand. These marks weren’t faded like the rest. These marks were new. I fucking swear I could feel my blood boiling. I looked down at her, sleeping peacefully, yet she still had a troubled look on her face. I got off the bed, heading to my office and picked up my phone. 
    “I want you here now!” I paced the office, willing myself not to punch a hole in the wall. Ten minutes later, the door buzzed. I waited as Heather and Hawkins made their way up, followed by Benny. 
    “Report from this week.”
    Hawkins stepped forward. “Nothing out of the ordinary. Ms. Ross was taken Monday afternoon to Lincoln Park during the luncheon hour. She sat at the park bench for a few minutes, then walked around a bit, before stopping at a nearby fountain.”
    “She was acting a bit odd beforehand, sir.” Heather stepped forward.
    I looked at Heather. “In what way?” 
    “I had to stop her from leaving the building. It seemed as if she was trying to be evasive. I called out to her several times, and she just kept going. After I ensured her that either myself or Hawkins had to be present at all times, she looked to be ill, as if she would’ve passed out. I said I would call you, and she said not to concern you.”
    I looked to Benny. “From now on, you should always concern me, about anything concerning her; I don’t care what it is. If she breaks her fucking heel, I want to know about it. Her safety comes first.” They both nodded. 
    “What about her appointment that night?”
    “Sir, we secured the building before entry. Alistair waited with her in the lobby while I checked each floor. The only person in the building was Dr. Klein.” I ran my hand through my hair. This didn’t add up. Where the fuck did