Fighting For Her (Her Possessive Blackguard #2)

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Chapter 32

Kara stared down at her paper. She had another few pages to go before she could call it a night.

“Hey, are you sure you’ll be fine?”

Megan’s concerned voice made her lift her head and turn, to look across the room at her friend.

Kara smiled. Megan was dressed like a sexy hooker, her outfit which was a tiny little red dress, completed with tall black boots. Her clear skin was devoid of any makeup with the exception of smoky eyes shadow and dark red lipstick and she had no accessories on. It made her look even hotter.

“Jesus, Megan. You look delicious.” Kara fanned herself, grinning at her.

Megan’s worried expression vanished and her lips tipped up in a smile.

“Well,” she tossed her head and put one hand on her hip, posing in the doorway, “I’m glad you think so.” Smiling back at Kara, her eyes sparkling, she made her way to where she sat at her desk, the click of her heels muted against the carpeted floor.

Twisting around, she lowered herself to the table and perched her butt next to where Kara had her laptop.

“I’ve made dinner for you and there’s a carton of cookie dough in the freezer. Any word on Adam?” she asked, reaching out and flicking a stray piece of lint off the desk.

Kara looked down at her phone, a few inches away from her laptop.

“No.” She sighed. She hadn’t felt any uneasiness or unexplained fear and she was praying that it meant Adam was okay. He was definitely going to be bruised. But she was sure that he would survive. If he was in trouble, or in critical danger, she would have known.

Megan reached out and rubbed her shoulder gently.

“Text me when he makes it home, okay?”

Kara nodded.

“Are you going to head over to his place now?”

Kara rubbed her eyes with the heels of her palm. “Yeah, in another hour or so. I have a few more pages on the report I need to prepare for class tomorrow, but I’m keeping a good pace so far, so I’m not concerned.”

Megan nodded thoughtfully, her gaze on Kara.

“Can I ask you something?” She asked, her eyes narrowing.

“Sure, what’s up?”

Megan settled herself more comfortably against the wooden surface and drummed her fingers on the spot next to her. “What are you going to do if Adam gets severely injured during one of these fights?”

Kara stilled. She blinked. Then she looked away and focused on the blinds over the window across from them.

“What do you mean?”

Megan pursed her lips. “I mean, how are you going to handle it? Have you told your parents about what’s going on between you two?”

Kara felt a flash of irritation.

“I don’t have all the answers right now, Megan.” She snapped. “But I do know that I’ll be there for him. I’m not just going to walk away.”

Megan’s eyes widened for a second and then she shook her head.

“I’m sorry, you’re too stressed out at the moment and –“

Kara frowned. Maybe she was. Hell, she rarely snapped at Megan.

Her shoulders slumped and she took a deep breath, trying to calm the nerves beginning to rise in her stomach the more she thought about what Megan had asked her. How in the world was she going to convince her parents that Adam was good for her?

Kara didn’t like admitting it, but Megan was right. She had to face it. If not now, then sometime really soon.

Megan stood up, looking down at Kara with worry.

“Don’t burn yourself out, okay, K?”

She felt bad for snapping at her. Megan was just watching out for her. Kara knew that.

Standing up, she hugged her, pulling her close.

“I’m sorry.” She said in a soft voice.

She felt Megan’s answering smile against her shoulder. “You can be a witch to me when you’re hurting, baby.”

Kara laughed. She could always depend on Megan to make her smile.

Pulling back, she leaned in and kissed her cheek. “Go on, have fun tonight.”

Megan waggled her eyebrows, “You too.”

Kara rolled her eyes, “He’s going to be sore and hurt, Megan. I’m not going to jump his bones.”

Megan snorted and moved a step back. “Yeah right, put those shorts on when you see him and I can assure you, my friend, it will cause him some discomfort in the right places.” She gave her a catlike grin.

Kara almost blushed, glancing down at the sleep shorts she had worn for the day. They were really tiny but super comfortable and so soft, she hadn’t really thought about it when she’d put them on. Shaking her head, she pointed to the door, “I’ll see you later, Meg.”

“Sure, let’s hope so.” Megan teased, heading toward the door.

When she’d left and the apartment was silent once again, Kara sat back down and began working on her report. An hour later, she was finished with it.

After stretching out the kinks in her back, she went into the kitchen, needing to feed herself. She’d taken an early lunch and it was late in the evening now. Megan had cooked some chicken and pasta and stored it for her. Kara took out the container from the refrigerator and put it into the microwave to heat it up.

While that happened, she began packing her stuff into her travel duffel bag, knowing she’d probably have to stay back at Adam’s place that night. She put in an extra pair of clothes, nightwear, a sweatshirt along with her toiletries. Her notes and laptop were already in her backpack. She quickly had her dinner, showered and then left the apartment.

It took her a few short minutes to reach Adam’s apartment and she found a parking space near the entrance to the building he lived in. Making sure that she had everything she needed, she started up the steps to his place.

She was looking up the stairs when she caught sight of something in the dim light that made her freeze. It was a dark red smear on the wall next to her. Kara bent closer, her heart racing. It looked like a bloody handprint. Her stomach heaved.


Picking up her pace, she raced up the stairs, her blood thundering in her ears.

When she came to his door, she twisted the knob, not surprised to find it unlocked.

Pushing it open, dread creeping up her spine, she dropped her bag to the floor and looked around. The living room was empty, except for a pair of shoes lying next to the door. Kara shut the door behind her and almost had a panic attack when she saw the blood on her fingers. She’d touched the doorknob that had red fingerprints on it.

Her vision blurred with tears.

“Adam!” She screamed his name, rushing through the room. She heard the sound of running water and she pushed open the bathroom door, coming to a stop when she saw him.

His tall figure was beneath the spray of the shower, the running water slightly red.

Kara swallowed.

He turned around to look at her and Kara felt her heart break.

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