03-16-2019, 12:31 AM
He tossed and turned for hours despite bone-weary exhaustion. The outline of Jessika’s plan replayed like a bad song stuck in his head, and he was sure she shared only a small part of it. What was described terrified Jensen. He had no idea her scope aimed so high or that the lust for power gripped her soul so sinfully. He worried about the boys, that they would become targets soon. He should stay with them, but duty called a siren song to the east. Ascendancy would likely allow the children entrance to Moscow if Jensen asked, but he could not rip them from their mother. For all of Jessika’s flaws, she was a loving mother.
He was trapped, which was why he finally decided to get up and walk about the house for a while. He’d only barely opened the bedroom door when he heard soft knocking on another nearby. When he looked, he witnessed the outline of a man enveloped by the dim lights of Jessika’s room. She let someone in?
He hung his head, hating that he just stared at the door, but neither capable of ripping himself away from it. Shame and anger stirred up long-settled dust from his soul, but while he thought he came to accept their circumstances for what they were, Jessika was unwilling to divorce him. Yet she had needs. Everyone desired to be desired, and she was a young, beautiful woman. Strangely, a twist of jealousy yanked his guts. He could interrupt them and make demands that Jessika hold to her wedding vows if their commitment was to be upheld.
Irritated (mostly at himself), he knew what she would say. He went back to bed.
He was trapped, which was why he finally decided to get up and walk about the house for a while. He’d only barely opened the bedroom door when he heard soft knocking on another nearby. When he looked, he witnessed the outline of a man enveloped by the dim lights of Jessika’s room. She let someone in?
He hung his head, hating that he just stared at the door, but neither capable of ripping himself away from it. Shame and anger stirred up long-settled dust from his soul, but while he thought he came to accept their circumstances for what they were, Jessika was unwilling to divorce him. Yet she had needs. Everyone desired to be desired, and she was a young, beautiful woman. Strangely, a twist of jealousy yanked his guts. He could interrupt them and make demands that Jessika hold to her wedding vows if their commitment was to be upheld.
Irritated (mostly at himself), he knew what she would say. He went back to bed.