Project: Rogue (Project Series Book 2) Read Free Page B

more dire needs to discuss, and I didn’t need to be blurring the lines between us any more than I already had and honestly sex would do just that.
    “I did. I didn’t have one single nightmare.” He raised his eyebrow up at me in disbelief a frown beginning to take over his face. The concern he had for me was overwhelming sometimes.
    “Really, I didn’t. There were no thoughts or memories that plagued me last night.” I continued to say, a smile forming on my lips.
    “Easy for you to say.” He shot back at me gruffly, causing my easy smile to slip away as he shoved from the bed like a bullet from the barrel of a gun. It was never easy for him to be close to me, at least in the form that we were at the moment. Since that horrible night at the cabin where he left me alone to protect us both, he had been distant, even though he knew I needed him more now than ever before. I felt alone here, even when I was surrounded by a room full of people.
    Since coming to the new Brotherhood facility he’s been quiet, and more closed off. He never speaks of his dreams or the memories that I know plague him. I think finding out that we were connected at least on my end has some way just seemed to make it worse, creating an even bigger rift between us. It’s hard for me to believe that one of us is good, and the other evil. I can’t see Killer being anyone but the man I love more than life itself.
    I didn’t like feeling as I did, nor did I like the way he was feeling. Still, I was trying my hardest to understand his need for space. That and even if I wanted to do something about all the room that had come between us, I didn’t know where I would even start.
    The lies that surrounded us had the potential to end our already unstable relationship. Every single time I turned around there was a new secret, far worse than the last. I needed to hold onto him for all it was worth. For however long that might be.
    Yet, anger consumed me whenever he acted as he was right at this moment, even more so when I was right here, giving him a chance to talk to me being the partner I knew he needed. “If you would talk about the dreams, or whatever haunts you then maybe it would make them stop? It always helps to talk about the things that bother you most.” I was a hypocrite for asking him to talk about his problems when I myself refused to do so.
    Then again it was merely a suggestion, one that I had made many times since being moved to the new facility together. All I wanted was to help him, except that never seemed to be the result instead things seemed to grow stiffer between us.
    It was even worse when the other project members didn’t know if I could be trusted, and worser when they felt there were things we were keeping from them. If I was being honest of course there were things we were hiding from them. There were things we had yet to tell them just like there were things I was keeping from Killer, for instance, the memories I was shown after killing to protect us. I didn’t want Killer to think worse of himself, or to think I was going to turn on him so I weighed my options. Knowing that keeping it a secret as long as I could be the most beneficial thing at this point.
    After all, we all had a secret we needed to keep. In the end, everything I did was to protect him. Us.
    I could see the blind rage beginning to flicker deep within him, the fact that I had told him how to handle his demons when I was barely managing my own was like the pot calling the kettle black. He didn’t need to know that, though. I had faith in myself, enough to keep pushing onward and to keep us together.
    “If it was that easy I would. It’s not Maggie. The things that I feel and endure are my own. They’re my own guilty pleas, my own fears, and things that I shouldn’t burden other’s minds with. We might be the same on the inside to a certain degree, but when it comes to who we are, what makes us-us; we couldn’t be any more different.” His eyes