Dark Thief (The Two Sides of Me Book 2) by Amy Lynn Garcia Page A

compromising positions but knowing how seriously they take keeping me safe from Evan they probably did.
    Evan’s breathing has slowed to a relaxing pace but I can’t sleep. This interruption to my much needed night of sleep has gone from zero to ninety and back and my heavy heart is grieving for all of the losses Evan has had to endure. And now his sight, I run through everything I’ve ever learned about brain injuries and tumors for a moment and decide there’s no time like the present, we need a Dr. and I need to study his records some more. My head is clear of the sleeping pills now after an adrenaline wildfire has burned through me, I can concentrate. Gently I prop up on my elbow trying not to disturb him.
    “You’re not going anywhere lady.” he growls pulling me on top of him. We are such a mess it’s nearly comical. He can’t see me and I can’t really talk to him. I lay my cheek on his chest and run my hands over his biceps feeling his mostly smooth skin only marred with the occasional scar. I’ve never really explored his imperfections thoroughly, in fact I think I’ve avoided it on purpose. The knowledge that he suffered physical and emotional abuse at the hands of his own mother, and took on more of it to protect his sister makes me feel repugnant toward his mother. I despise knowing that there is such evil in the world.
    “I’m cold.” I whisper. I’m beginning to learn the ways of manipulation. Instantly he releases me. We’ve been laying on a bare mattress but for the fitted sheet, everything else is strewn all over the place. I begin to pick up the linens and slip my nightgown back on. I keep one eye on Evan while I clean and make the bed around him, he doesn’t say anything to me. He allows me to cover him and return the pillows to the bed where he’s propped against the headboard. I notice him rubbing the back of his neck off and on until he bends one knee up and drapes his arm over it, waiting, patiently, which is kind of, well…off.
    After righting every knick knack, candle and a clock I pad across the room. He’s tracking my movements by listening and it almost feels like he is seeing me. “Are you finished?” he asks. “No.” I croak. “I’m going to get your medical records, I want to look them over.” My voice is coarse but he’s understanding my message. We aren’t giving up.
    “Mia, don’t waste, oh never mind, go, get them and read it if it makes you feel better. I can’t stop you and you may as well know everything there is to know.” Good, finally he’s being logical. I grasp his hand and give it a little squeeze. “Just how much can you see?” I’m back to only a whisper, I guess that’s all I get for a while. “Nothing.” he answers. I know how much he hates the dark so I have even more reason to get to work finding him help. “I’ll be right back.” I move away but he doesn’t let go of my hand, I stop and look back at him, he tightens his grip and then drops it.
    The strong capable alpha male I love is starting to deteriorate and this realization propels me forward. I need to find someone to help him before he really gives up. I need to prepare myself to face two men who have probably just watched me be intimate with their boss, wonderful.
    As soon as I step into the hall Isaac appears, we exchange a look and he falls into step beside me as I try to figure out my way back to the den where I left Evan’s records on the floor in the panic room. “What are you going to do?” Isaac asks and presents me with my phone so I can answer more efficiently and save my voice. I accept it and type, I’m going to get him help. After reading my message Isaac gives me a short nod in agreement. “Thank you Mia, for not giving up on him. He’s a good man, I know he doesn’t think so and he’s made some monumental mistakes but I’ve never seen him the way he is when he’s with you and I think now maybe he has a chance.
    We stop at the entrance to the den and I