Page 91 of Vengeful Vows

“But even if she did have something to do with it, can you blame her?” Kael asks.

Cillian has broken our no girls rule and is tearing it up on the dance floor with the redhead from earlier.

No one is surprised.

“I mean, I guess I can’t,” I agree. “She’s been forced into this just the way that I was, but I just... I thought maybe she felt the same way that I do.” I don’t say that her life will be in abject danger if she did betray us, but Kael knows that.

“And how is that?”

“I think I might love her,” I admit, and I don’t think I would have said it if I wasn’t tipsy nearing drunk, but there it is.

Kael’s eyes widen. “Are you sure?”

“Hell no, I’m not sure,” I huff. “I’ve never been in love before.”

“First time for everything,” Kael says.

It does feel better to get it all out, to tell them everything, and by the time I make it home, I’m feeling no pain. It’s not just from the booze, but from getting everything off my chest.

Bree happens to be in bed when I get there, but she’s snoring away.

I don’t wake her, just climb into bed with her and kiss her sleeping mouth softly.

I pass out feeling better than I have in several days.

I know that won’t last.

23

BREE

Declan’s horribly hungover when I wake up, groaning and spitting into the wastebasket, and I can’t help but laugh a little.

“Don’t laugh at me; I’m dying.”

I snort. “You’re not dying. You just need to eat and hydrate. I guess you must’ve had fun?”

“I guess,” he mutters.

It’s easy to get lost in it, lost in the marriage, in our relationship.

I go downstairs and grab him a plate after dressing, bringing it back up to him.

“Marisol's steak and eggs will cure what ails you.”

“All food sounds like death right now,” he groans.

I smile, feeding him a couple of bites of eggs, and when he keeps them down, I feed him some toast and a few bites of steak.

After he downs a bottle of water, he seems to feel better.

Declan’s sweet all morning, cuddling me in bed and kissing along the side of my face, but something seems to change when he gets a text message.

He sits up, before standing and quickly dressing.

I frown. “Is everything okay?”

“Another one of our shipments has been hit.”

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