Consumed by Wrath: An FBI/Romance Thriller (An FBI/Romance Thriller ~ Book 8) Read Online Free Page A

lovingly memorizing his features. In sleep, he was peaceful, and these were the times which she cherished. Now, he wasn’t hurting and that meant everything.
    “I love you, Ethan. I wish I knew how to fix us,” she whispered, her voice choked with emotion. “I miss you so much and wish my best friend was back.”
    Her eyes flickered to his hair. When the killer lopped it off, she and Callen had done the same. If one of them was starting anew, they both were. Now, his raven black mane was slowly beginning to grow in, and she was glad. Maybe when it grew back, he would return too. The thing that he once never loved was his focus point all the time. No matter how much she told him it was just hair, he didn't seem to hear her. It became such a wound to him that she was terrified to run her fingers through it, even when they made love.
    And lately, that was even sparsely spread out.
    Every night, Elizabeth made the same silly wish. It was that his hair would magically appear and heal him.
    It was all that she had to hold onto for now.
    Watching him more, it killed her that he was all the way on his side of the bed. At one point, the threesome would end up twisted together, spent from a night of lovemaking. Now , when there was sex, there was separate corners. Where Callen would stay against her body, Ethan would retreat.
    It crushed her.
    It destroyed her.
    Then again, if he blamed her for all of this, could she blame him? Her mistake nearly cost him his life. She was the one who should have seen it coming and protected her team, specifically her profiler. While he was lost in the madness and distracted, she should have been his eyes.
    This was her scarlet letter to boldly wear. The bloody ‘A’, that her mind continually saw, tormented her daily. Unlike the classic tale, the letter didn't stand for adultery, but arrogance.
    Hers.
    It appeared to be the Blackhawk’s downfall.
    As of late, h er soul was torn from her body and scattered haphazardly through the events of the past. All that Elizabeth wanted was for Ethan to be whole once more.
    Glancing over at Callen’s side of the bed, she wante d to weep more. Even now, he too was missing. Ethan was gone emotionally, and Callen physically.
    God, she needed to fix her family.
    There had to be a way.
    As the tears threatened to fall, the queasiness filled her. Her stomach rolled and Elizabeth wanted to weep more. Already, she knew the truth.
    She was pregnant.
    Since they had taken precautions to assure that Ethan fathered the next child, she knew he was getting his wish. Deep down, she prayed that this little bit of news would pull him back from the brink, save their family, and not build a greater divide between them.
    Now, it was a matter of waiting and seeing.
    Cautiously sliding out of bed, as to not disturb Ethan, Elizabeth wanted to go find the other half of her heart. Already, she suspected where he was and what Callen was doing.
    If anything, he was predictable.
    Moving towards Ethan’s side of the bed, she stood there watching him more. “Please come back to me, love bug. I can’t do this without you by my side,” she whispered. “I miss my soul and need you back.”
    With that, Elizabeth knew she needed to escape, or else there would be bucket loads of tears.
    At the soft click of the door, Ethan opened his eyes. Her words touched him and hurt his heart at the same time. “I don’t know how to get back to you,” he replied, his voice tinged with so much pain.
    “ I’m drowning, Lyzee. Save me.”
     
     
     
    Silently, she slipped downstairs and once more found him working. Callen Whitefox was a miracle in her life. When she met Ethan, Elizabeth believed him to be the only man who she could ever love.
    Callen changed that.
    He wiggled his way into her heart and soul and took up permanent residency there. He was truly the other half of her life. Without him the last four months, surely she would have collapsed under the weight of it all. It was only his