The Last Time I Cried Your Name novel Chapter 213

The color had faded from her lips. She gave a small nod. “Okay. I get it.”

Franco’s eyes narrowed with a sharp, unsettling intensity. “Jay.”

Jay stepped into the room. Instantly, he picked up on the strange tension, and it threw him for a loop. Just minutes ago, everything downstairs was normal. How was it suddenly like this?

“Burn this,” Franco said, holding out a photo.

Jay took one look at it, glanced up at Franco almost by reflex, then lowered his head. “Yes, sir.”

Petty turned away, reaching for an army coat. All she wanted was to find some corner to crash in and get her energy back. But the second she turned, her eyes landed on the bed. She pretended it didn’t bother her, but the sight of it lingered, pressing like a thorn in her chest.

She gripped the coat and started for the door.

Suddenly, Franco caught her by the wrist, pulling her into his arms. She tried to twist away, but his hand was strong, steady on her waist. He looked right at her. “Off to see Harris again?”

“I just want to sleep.” Petty’s eyes drifted to the window. Outside, a storm was raging. The sky had gotten dark, and the sea—calmer a little while ago—was now wild with new waves.

It was the kind of weather that made your heart race and your mind feel like it was about to snap.

Franco’s voice was low, warm. “I boiled you some water. Go take a hot shower before bed.”

Petty’s head jerked up. On an island like this, water was worth more than gold. Last night, the two of them had already used up half a crate.

She was already lucky, with hot milk to drink and a shower to take. It definitely felt like special treatment.

“I don’t need it,” she said. “Save it for everyone else to drink.”

She liked showering every day, but she could put up with it for now. Tomorrow, when they left, she could shower as much as she wanted. There was no point wasting water.

Franco just ignored her, never letting go of her wrist as he led her toward the bathroom.

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