His Angel

Chapter Sixty-Three

She woke up from a satisfying dream, where the child was no longer stuck on the raft, surrounded by the never-ending Black Sea. He was next to her, dead asleep, every deep breath from him a new gust of life to her. She leaned up gently from the bed, staring at him as she did so, hoping not to wake him. He hardly slept as it was, this would be good for him, that she didn't want to take by an accidental shift. She didn't want to get up, definitely not, the sun hadn't even risen yet. But, part of being a dog owner meant a responsibility. She pressed her feet on the floor, leaning up, glancing at him to make sure it hadn't woken him.

She walked across the room, spotting the hanging black robe on his closet door. She snagged it, wrapping it around her body, and tying it loosely across her waist. It was soft, and looking back at him, still sleeping in the bed. He kind of looked like a child when he slept, tranquil in the faraway land of happiness.

She hoped to get this over with, so she could hurry back to the warmth under the covers he offered her. She left the room with soft steps, closing the bedroom door gently, listening for the small click. She opened the door to her own room, just like she had left it that day, except for a small difference. At the end of the bed, there was a letter. She stopped at her closet, pulling out a set of clothes so she could take Zuni outside, padding across the floor, and tossed them on the bed. That was when she noticed it, the small piece of folded white paper, strategically placed bottom centre of the quilt.

She wondered if Max had arranged for Lancy to write something so she would find it when they got back, excitedly sitting down at the edge of the bed, gripping the paper in two hands and unfolding it gently. She held it up to read, and with the first line, her eyes hooded slightly. It wasn't from Max

Dear Harmony

I was hoping to speak to you before you left with Max for Mexico, but I didn't get the chance. He had swept you away so fast, I think I know why-

She looked up, towards the bedroom door. This letter, it was from Bunny

The reason I'm writing this, is because I saw the way you looked at Max, with a fiery gaze. Anyone could tell you felt something for him, and he clearly shares the same feeling about you-

She smiled slightly, biting her lower lip. It was still hard to accept that Max would feel anything for her, but with time that would change, when she got stronger by mind, no longer preoccupied by the hurt of the past.

I wanted to tell you before anything too far occurred between you, something you could never take back, since I highly doubt he'd tell you himself

Her eyes widened slightly, her grip tightening on the paper, wrinkling it

You're a nice girl Harmony, and I like you, The last thing I want to happen is have your heart shattered by him

She wondered if Bunny had written this about Maxwell's playboy ways, because she knew that, it was pretty damn obvious he wasn't a saint. But, she continued to read.

As you know, Max and I grew up together, we met after my mother was killed when a raid went sideways. We were only civilians, and Maxwell's mother felt responsible for what had happened. She felt indebted to me, and because I had no other family, she took me in as her own.

Maxwell and I weren't siblings, but he would confide in me about the pressure he faced, from his father and the rest of the gang. He didn't want to lead, and the conflict within him caused nasty relationships with both alcohol and cocaine before we even graduated high school. He was so depressed, knowing he'd have to kill when the time came...it fucked with his mind.

I confided in him too, about what it was like, suddenly losing my mother...she was the only family I had. We were two broken kids, licking each other's wounds in failed attempts to ignore our own problems.