Page 22 of Savage Vicious Heir: Part Two

She belongs to an Heir now. And they’ll always side with Elliot, no matter how messed up things are.

“Fine,” she huffs when I don’t offer her further explanation. “Maybe a cup of tea will get you to open up a little.”

I’m hardly surprised when she moves past me into the kitchen and heads straight over to the kettle.

“I thought the house was almost ready to be sold?” she asks.

“It was. I mean, it is.” Her questioning gaze finds mine and I shrug. “I didn’t plan on coming back here.”

“You ran.”

Tally knows. She always does. I don’t know how she does it, but she can sniff out a lie like a hound scenting blood.

“Sit.” She makes the tea and I take a seat at the table. “Do you have milk?”

I nod, flicking my eyes to the fridge.

“Someone brought you supplies?”

“Maureen.”

“She was your father’s carer?”

Another nod.

“Here.” Tally slides the cup of tea towards me and takes the seat opposite. “The girls miss you. We all do. But I think Elliot?—”

“Don’t.” I flinch at his name.

“What happened, Abi? I know how the Heirs can be. They’re intense and determined and honestly, scary when they decide when they want something. But I didn’t think…” She trails off, giving me a sad smile.

“You didn’t think it was like that between me and Elliot.”

“I know there’s always been a strange connection between you. We’ve all seen it. But it’s Elliot, Abs. He’s different to the others. And you’re…”

“Weak.”

“No, God no. You’re one of the strongest people I know. But you’re good and pure and… innocent. You’re like night and day. Sunshine and darkness.”

“We’re more alike than you think,” I murmur, running my thumbs around the mug.

“Whatever happened, Abs, you can tell me.” Tally looks at me with nothing but gentle understanding.

“We… He and I, we’ve been…”

“Oh my God.” She gasps, startling me. “You had sex with him. You had sex with El?—”

“No. No. We didn’t… We didn’t do that.”

Her brows furrow and I shrink into myself.

“You didn’t… Oh. Oh.”

I nod again. “We’ve been seeing each other. Kind of.”

“You and Elliot…”

“Can you please stop saying it like that?” I sigh. “I know you think he’s too good for me but?—”

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