Dear Olivia,
You have chosen not to listen to me. My warnings seem to be of no consequence to you. Either you do not care for yourself the way you should, or you care for Mr. Rush too much. Neither of these pleases me.
Since you do not listen as you should, I have decided I need to up my act. I will no longer write my warnings to you, but instead, I will do what I should have done so long ago. I will eliminate Jace Rush from your life and from the world. He is no good for you. In order for you to live your life and prosper the way you should, I need to help you. This was never my plan, Olivia. You have forced me to take actions I never intended to take. It is because of you Mr. Rush will cease to exist.
Do not warn him. It will do no good.
In the end, you will thank me. When the fog his influence has over your mind has run its course, you will see he was never the one for you and you are better off. You will thank me and I will be waiting, ever patient, for that day.
Love always,
Your Savor
I dropped my hand into my lap. The words on the paper made my blood turn so cold, it hurt. I felt as though my veins would surely explode. My heart broke with the thought of loosing Jace. I didn't know what to do. I didn't know how to save him. I thought about calling Gabe. Jace would be livid with me, but I didn't know what else to do. I had to call someone and I didn't think the police would be able to handle a crazy, insane person, like the writer of the letters.
I trusted Gabe.
I trusted him with my life and since Jace's life was ten times more important to me than my own, I trusted Gabe with Jace's life.
I folded the letter that threatened the only man I had ever loved and shoved it in the envelope. I walked back to the door of the bathroom and opened the door. I peeked into the space and was surprised to find my bed empty. Where the hell was Jace?
I stepped into the room and slid the envelope into the drawer. I walked quickly to my bedroom door and pressed my ear to the wood. Relief filled my chest when I heard Jace and Trisha talking. I rubbed my forehead, grabbed my housecoat from the door and slid my arms into the holes as I ran to my phone.
I dialed Gabe's number and held my breath.
"Olivia?" Gabe's tone was all business.
"Gabe, I need you to come to my condo." I took a deep breath. "Jace is in danger."
"Does he know this?"
"No."
"I will be right there. Do not let him leave." Gabe hung up the phone and I let it fall into my pocket with shaky hands. His instructions were clear. And, within them, I could hear the stress that accompanied the fear for Jace's life. He truly cared for Jace. More than Jace knew, I was sure.
I took a deep, calming breath and stepped into the hall. I was not nearly ready to face Jace with what I had done. But, at least, I would have Gabe here when it finally came time to let it all out. I could only hope in the end, he would forgive me.
Chapter 20
"Oh, thank God." Trisha huffed as soon as I stepped into view. "You're up."
Jace glanced over his shoulder. He was flipping eggs. And damn, did he ever look good doing it. The muscles in his back rippled with each miniscule movement, and I couldn't stop the bloom of desire that pooled in my belly. I wanted to run my fingers over the rippled contours. I wanted to do so much more, but there was a part of me that feared I would lose him when he realized the seriousness of the letters...and, I hid them.
"I told you she was awake." Jace's words shattered my thoughts and I tried to smile. The motion felt awkward and forced. It felt wrong.
Trisha rolled her eyes, thumbing over her shoulder at Jace. "Does he really know how to cook?"
"Yes." I replied and Trisha frowned. Her eyes coated with weariness and her shoulders stiffened as she looked to Jace, before pinning her inquiring gaze on me.
"Are you all right, Liv?" She asked. My heart raced as Jace's shoulders stiffened and he glanced back at me again. His brows were knitted with worry I wanted to smooth away. I didn't want him to worry about me. Not when he was the one who was in danger...and I had put him there.
"Yeah." I smiled a smile I hoped was reassuring. "I just have a bit of a headache." I rubbed my temple for good measure.
"I'm surprised that's all you have." Trisha stated as she moved to the coffee pot. "You drank an entire bottle of wine yourself last night."
I blushed. "Don't remind me."
Trisha handed me the coffee. "Drink this."
"Thanks," I took a sip, praying for the caffeine to run through my veins and calm my anxiety.
"Is that all that's bugging you?" Trisha asked.
"Of course," I smiled again. Jeez, sometimes her perceptiveness really ticked me off. Couldn't she see I didn't want to talk about it? Couldn't she tell, whatever was chipping at the fringes of my mood was not something I was ready to share with Jace...yet?