Fifty Shades Trilogy 02 - Fifty Shades Darker

nothing away, but I’m pleased that she knows. It saves me telling her, and she’s cutting to the chase. Part of me is beyond intrigued as to what she could have to say.
    She pauses, glancing over my shoulder. “Taylor’s watching us.”
    I peek around to see him scanning the tent by the doorway. Sawyer is with him. They are looking anywhere but at us.
    “Look, we don’t have long,” she says hurriedly. “It must be obvious to you that Christian is in love with you. I have never seen him like this, ever.” She emphasizes the last word.
    What? Loves me? No. Why is she telling me? To reassure me? I don’t understand.
    “He won’t tell you because he probably doesn’t realize it himself, notwithstanding what I’ve said to him, but that’s Christian. He’s not very attuned to any positive feelings and emotions he may have. He dwells far too much on the negative. But then you’ve probably worked that out for yourself. He doesn’t think he’s worthy.”
    I am reeling. Christian loves me? He hasn’t said it, and this woman has told him that’s how he feels? How bizarre.  
    A hundred images dance through my head: the iPad, the gliding, flying to see me, all his actions, his possessiveness, one hundred thousand dollars for a dance. Is this love?  
    And hearing it from this woman, having her confirm it for me is, frankly, unwelcome. I’d rather hear it from him.  
    My heart constricts. He feels unworthy? Why?
    “I’ve never seen him so happy, and it’s obvious that you have feelings for him, too.” A brief smile flits across her lips. “That’s great, and I wish you both the best of everything. But what I wanted to say is if you hurt him again, I will find you, lady, and it won’t be pleasant when I do.”
    She stares at me, ice-cold blue eyes boring into my skull, trying to get under my mask. Her threat is so astonishing, so off the wall that an involuntary, disbelieving giggle escapes me. Of all the things she could say to me, this is the least expected.
    “You think this is funny, Anastasia?” she splutters in dismay. “You didn’t see him last Saturday.”
    My face falls and darkens. The thought of Christian unhappy is not a palatable one, and last Saturday I left him. He must have gone to her. The idea makes me queasy. Why am I sitting here listening to this shit from her of all people? I slowly rise, gazing at her intently.
    “I’m laughing at your audacity, Mrs. Lincoln. Christian and I have nothing to do with you. And if I do leave him and you come looking for me, I’ll be waiting—don’t doubt it. And maybe I’ll give you a taste of your own medicine on behalf of the fifteen-year-old child you molested and probably fucked-up even more than he already was.”
    Her mouth falls open.
    “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have better things to do than waste my time with you.” I turn on my heel, adrenaline and anger coursing through my body, and stalk toward the entrance of the tent where Taylor is standing just as Christian arrives, looking flustered and worried.
    “There you are,” he mutters, then frowns when he sees Elena.
    I stride past him, saying nothing, giving him the opportunity to choose—her or me. He makes the right choice.
    “Ana,” he calls. I stop and face him as he catches up with me. “What’s wrong?” He gazes down at me, concern etched on his face.
    “Why don’t you ask your ex?” I hiss acidly.
    His mouth twists and his eyes frost. “I’m asking you,” he says, his voice soft but with an undertone of something far more menacing.
    We glare at each other.
    Okay, I can see this will end in a fight if I don’t tell him. “She’s threatening to come after me if I hurt you again—probably with a whip,” I snap at him.
    Relief flashes across his face, his mouth softening with humor. “Surely the irony of that isn’t lost on you?” he says, and I can tell he’s trying hard to stifle his amusement.
    “This isn’t funny, Christian!”
    “No, you’re right. I’ll talk to her.” He adopts his serious face, though he’s still suppressing his amusement.
    “You will do no such thing.” I fold my arms, my anger spiking again.
    He blinks at me, surprised by my outburst.
    “Look, I know you’re tied up with her financially, forgive the pun, but—” I stop. What am I asking him to do? Give her up? Stop seeing her? Can I do that? “I need the restroom.” I glare up at him, my mouth set in a grim line.
    He sighs and cocks his head to one side.