Page 86 of Exodus

“I’m no saint either. You made sure of that. I was a game.”

“No”—he tugs at my hand so I’m standing above him—“never, you were never that.”

“Tell me why you’re here.”

“You didn’t miss me?”

My eyes instantly water. “Every day, rain or shine.” I huff and slap the tears from my face. “Jesus, why can’t I hate you?”

“For the same reason I can’t hate you.”

He eyes his phone and sets it down before a sad smile tips his lips. “I haven’t seen him look at any woman the way he looked at you. I’ve never seen him light up like that. I knew it the minute I saw you together. I knew that we were fucked. Sean did too.”

“It doesn’t matter.”

“It does. I can hate him all I want for taking what didn’t belong to him, but it’s true.”

“We didn’t mean—”

He jerks his chin. “I can’t hear that right now, okay?”

“Well, I’m not a possession. Despite the fucking branding on my back. No one has that right over another person. This is supposed to be about free will, remember?”

He laces our fingers. “You make that hard to remember. And we were too late.” He looks up at me, and all I see is hurt. “We were too late.”

“So, you guys fucking mark me? Throw a fit and fucking mark me?”

He squats and leans in, pressing his forehead to my stomach. “I can’t do this now. I can’t...just...make him happy.”

“I’m leaving, Dominic. Right now. That’s what I’m doing.”

“You may be, but we both know he won’t let you go.”

“He doesn’t have a choice.”

“I’m sorry,” he whispers, nuzzling my stomach before looking up at me. “I’m so fucking sorry for all we’ve put you through. I want you to know that. We all are.”

I swallow. “I might be pissed at you, too, but I’m sorry about the cost to you. I never got the chance to tell you I’m sorry about your parents.”

“It wasn’t your fault.”

“I don’t understand how you could—”

He snaps his gaze to mine. “Be with you?”

I nod.

He stands, and time stops when he cups my jaw. And it’s just me and my cool dark cloud. We lock eyes for long seconds. “That’s one question I can answer,” he whispers, his eyes piercing as he leans in, “yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes,” he strokes my face. “I’ve been in love.”

The words strike hard, and I burst into tears at the sound of them.

He grips me in his hold before pressing a brief kiss to my lips and pulling away. “But she went and fell in love with my brother.”

He brushes a tear from my cheek as I look up at him. “I swear to God, I didn’t want to. I clawed his eyes out for as long as I could.”

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