Blindsight: Part Two Read Online Free Page A

getting caught up in the luxurious lifestyle had been the Band-aid for a while, until the lack of love and connection formed like a dark cloud over our home leaving me feeling choked and oppressed.  
    But then the nights away had gotten more frequent and the calls more distant. The pretense for alibis seemed to be tossed in favor of casual omission. We'd been lying to each other -- even I'd felt it between us back then. My heart had begun to harden towards him, had frozen to keep his pain away. It’d been slow coming, but it’d been coming.  
    Just as always, I'd found myself left in the dark, but when presented with the facts, I couldn’t actually say that I did believe my husband over Hunter Ellis
    “So, you want my help to bring my husband down?” I turned away, chewing on my lip.  
    “I would never ask you to do that.” He splashed from the tub and set his beer on the counter before wrapping a towel around his waist and pulling me into his strong arms. “Let’s talk.”  
    I huffed and dragged my feet all the way to my bedroom where I tucked into a pillow, curled up in the fetal position, giving him my back.
    “Don’t do that; it fucking eats me alive when you turn away from me.” Hunter fitted himself behind me and wrapped me in his giant arms, making me feel as safe as I’d ever felt.  
    “I’m not sure what I’m supposed to believe,” I said as my stomach turned in painful figure eights. “I think I might be sick.”
    “Take deep breaths,” he murmured into my hair as he ran a palm down the long strands. “I’m so sorry. I’ve never done this before, but I didn’t know how deep Brant was in with JW until he started asking questions about you.”  
    I sucked a lip into my mouth. “But can’t we go to the police? Let him rot in jail--”
    “That’s not how it works,” he cut me off.
    “What do you mean that’s not how it works? It’s the law -- of course that’s how it works. I don’t give a fuck who John Ellis Walker is!” I shrieked and turned in his arms, trying to push him off and away from me. Only his arms tightened further and he wouldn’t let me go.  
    “Please, Hunter. I don’t want any part of this.”
    “I know,” he grunted. “But it’s too late, Princess. You’re in it, but I promise, I’ll get us out of it.”
    “So…you’re just going to stay here? With me?” I uttered, flabbergasted at the audacity of him.  
    “It will be just like it was, a lot of photo shoots, a little business, more sleepovers.” His hands ran up my torso, lighting fireworks.  
    “I don’t know how you expect me to do this. What do I do when he calls?”
    “If he calls, Erin, you have to let him come home.”
    “What if he just shows up and I'm not home? What do I say then?”
    “You were out working. You got a new job with an incredibly talented photographer.” His mouth lifted in a sarcastic grin, but I couldn't get caught up in his charm right now. My brain was running mad.  
    I sucked a lip between my teeth and gnashed. I thought about going to the police. I still wavered there. Could I really trust Hunter? I’d known him for a matter of weeks. I had years of history with Brant and still something hadn’t sat right with him the last few years. More business meetings overseas, late night calls, and after-hours meetings. I delved the recesses of my memory searching for John Walker’s face—perhaps he'd been to my house, or I'd seen him at Brant's office? But I came up empty. I was positive I’d never met him before, and those calculating golden eyes I couldn’t easily shake.  
    “How can you ask me to pretend everything is normal?” I choked out.  
    “I’m not asking. I’m telling.” Hunter’s heavy voice resounded in my ears. “Everything stays as is—we do the photo shoots we have planned, not a single thing can be off or JW knows I told you. And that can't happen, Erin. JW is a cold-blooded killer -- we can't ever find ourselves on his bad side. I