It took no amount of time for me to find Tanner. He was in his office, and when I burst into the room, he was sitting in a wingback chair across from Merle, engaging in some tea time.
Last night, I found myself here after leaving Ren in the room. I was here again, a handful of hours later, because running usually made my brain shut down. When I ran like this, pushing my body until my calves burned, my thighs ached, and my heart raced, there was little room left to think and dwell on the weeks of my life I’d lost—the weeks I’d spent with the Prince.I normally didn’t think about the horrid dress he made me wear or the way I’d been chained to a bed. When I ran until my muscles felt like rubber about to snap, I could ignore the insidious hunger gnawing in my gut—the kind of hunger that no amount of beignets or crawfish would succor.
When I ran to the point that my thighs felt like blocks of cement, I didn’t think about how the Prince had forced me to feed on innocent people. I didn’t hear the whimpers they made when my sneakers were thundering off the treadmill. I didn’t feel the euphoria that had come from feeding.And when I ran until it felt like my chest was on fire, I didn’t have the space left to think about what that bitch Breena had done with Ren. Or what the Prince had done to me . . . had tried to do to me.Keeping my thoughts locked down was top priority at the moment, but running wasn’t working for me now.
I needed to focus on something—anything.My gaze flickered over the wall. There were several mounted TVs, but they were all turned off. I’d never actually seen a fae work out in here. I honestly didn’t know if they needed to work out.
Did that mean they couldn’t get things like heart disease?
Why was I even thinking—I shrugged. I was thinking of using it to pay for my medical school.
He frowned. Well, I guess you could. But you know you don’t need to. I’d like to see you find a way to do some real good with it. Maybe when you are a doctor. But, you don’t have to make that decision tomorrow.We continued to eat for another minute before he stopped chewing. He was looking off into space, as if thinking…then he let out a groan.
What’s wrong? I asked when he grimaced.This means we have to redo the prenup document.