Flawlessly Broken: (Broken Series Book 2) Read Free Page A

world was on her shoulders and it was odd to see her trudge across the room that way. Wrong.
    With slow measured steps, I approached the living room. I’d only been in the apartment once before to help Ali move. Talia hadn’t been there at the time but the place had felt like her just the same. Warm and inviting, like the woman herself. Tonight, though, the place felt different as I made my way over to her. Empty. Hollow.
    Just like her.
    I tried not to let the tension I was feeling creep into my voice, not wanting to further upset her, but needing to know what was going on. “I hope you’re not angry that Ali sent me. She’s been worried about you. She said she’s been trying to get in touch with you for days and when you didn’t answer, she panicked.”
    Another sniff but nothing else.
    I edged my way over to the couch, not wanting to crowd her, and took a seat. Her head was down, long blond locks obscuring my view of her face. She was hiding. Something about the gesture scared me. I needed to see her face; it was suddenly very important though I wasn’t sure why. Maybe it was because I knew a little about the abuse Ali had once suffered at the hands of her ex. Was Talia hiding bruises? The thought sent a shot of rage through my system. If someone hurt her…
    “Can you look at me, please?” My voice was soft, disarming.
    She didn’t move, just fidgeted with a scrap of paper that she’d plucked from the cushion beside her. I took a second to look around and realized that there were tiny pieces of paper all over the floor at her feet, scattered across the coffee table and end table, some of what I’d thought was tissue wasn’t tissue at all.
    “Talia, I came here as a favor to Ali, but frankly, you’re starting to scare me, too. I need you to say something. Please look at me.”
    If she didn’t say or do something soon, I was going to go over there and move that curtain of hair myself.
    “I’m sorry.”
    The words were so soft I wasn’t sure I heard anything at all. I leaned forward, forearms on my knees as I studied her, waiting for something more.
    “I didn’t mean to scare anyone.”
    She spoke louder that time but her voice was off, her words slurred slightly. I looked around the apartment and spied a bottle of scotch on the kitchen counter, originally hidden from view by the raised bar. I was familiar with the brand. It was expensive and strong, a favorite of mine. From where I sat, it looked to be nearly empty. I turned back to her with a frown, poised to ask her about the bottle when I locked eyes with her for the first time.
    Son of a bitch.
    She’d swept her hair aside, finally revealing her face, and her expression was like a kick to the gut. Jesus. It was like looking at a stranger, none of Talia’s usual spark was there. Her eyes were empty, devoid of any signs of life, flat. Thankfully, a quick scan of her features showed no bruising or obvious injury but that look...
    If pain were to take the form of a person, she would be it.
    It actually hurt to look at the expression on her face, stole my breath and made my pulse roar in my ears.
    I moved without thought, instantly sinking into the cushion beside her and reaching for her hand. She didn’t shy away, didn’t seem to react at all. Her flesh was cold to the touch and I barely resisted the urge to rub her hand between both of mine, something my mother used to do when I was a boy and had been outside playing in the snow. “Talia, what happened? Did someone hurt you? Did you get bad news? What is it?”
    She just shook her head, blinking with slow deliberation. Her light brown eyes remained shuttered long after her lids ascended. She looked right through me.
    I had to try a different approach. “It’s okay. You don’t have to tell me but can you tell Ali? Where’s your phone?”
    She gestured absently toward the kitchen, unblinking.
    It was all I could do to force myself to go retrieve it. I didn’t want to leave her sitting there