Page 45 of Stolen Love

“I would love that.”

I drag out a foldable chair. Indicate she should sit. When she does, I hand her a headband to keep all that pink hair out of her face. “What do you mean, he’s different?”

“West says I’m not allowed to talk about it.” She pulls the stretchy elastic over her hair and presses it into place. “That you won’t understand because you’re the lucky one.”

He’s at least partially right. “I don’t understand, Dizzy. I know he’s your brother, but if he’s hurting you—”

“He’s not hurting me.” She grows less animated, and she can’t quite keep eye contact before she starts examining the products I have lined up. “You don’t know West.”

“I’m sorry. You’re right. I don’t.” Although I feel like I do. From my dreams. And from Dizzy. But maybe my concerns are more about Alec than they are about the enigmatic West.

She returns to staring at herself in the mirror. She plucks at the top of the corset covering her torso. “It doesn’t feel like me. But it’s fun.”

I grab my makeup wipes and hand her a few. “Have I ever met your brother?”

“I’m not sure.” She scrubs her face clean and tosses the wipes in the small trash can. “Do you think you did?”

“I was told I had a therapy session with him at Sunny before the memory loss.” I pick up my moisturiser and mix in a primer. It’s quite possible that’s where I’m remembering him from, if the weird dreams are made up of a hodge podge of my memories breaking through. “But I… I think I met him more recently. Like a few days ago. In the back of a limo. Did that happen, Dizzy? Or am I losing my mind?”

“He won’t be happy.” Her mouth seems confused. It fights to show her emotions, but can’t pick between happy and sad. “If I answer that.”

“So I did meet him. He was going to help me get my memories back.” I spread the lotion on her face because I need to do something with my pulse racing like this. “Why won’t he be happy?”

“Because.” She shakes her head.

“Dizzy.” My hands free of most of the lotion, I grip the seat arms and lean over her. “What happened that night? Why don’t I remember it? What did West do to me?”

“Nothing. He did nothing to you.”

“That can’t be true.” I remember signing that contract. My memories for an introduction, which I assumed would be with Rogue, because he looked like a damn twin to the twins. Only colder. I remember going to Adira’s apartment, which was empty because Adira had stayed by my side after Rogue was arrested. I remember stepping foot in Narnia and West asking about my health and then… “What happened, Dizzy? Tell me.”

“Nothing.” She touches the back of her head.

I mirror her movement. I still have a sore spot from knocking my head against the wall. Unless… “Did I hit my head?”

“You remembered something,” she says. “You fell. It happened too quickly for either of us to grab you.”

“What did I remember?” What shocked me so much that I fell?

“You freaked out.” She grips my face between her hands and stares into my eyes with so much seriousness and stillness it’s unnerving. “You wouldn’t let either of us near you. West, he’s really protective of me and he doesn’t understand… he wouldn’t let me stay. He told me not to come here again.”

“Baby, I think we should…” Rogue appears in the doorway. His jaw slackens as he takes in Dizzy and then me. His brow creases. “Is everything okay in here?”

“Dizzy, if you know—” She shoves me away and runs out of the room. My hip hits the counter before I land on my butt on the tiles.

Rogue starts toward me. “What the hell was that?”

Chapter Twenty

Rogue

“You have to go after her,” Ivy whimpers as I pick her up off the floor. “I need her to tell me what she knows.”

“She’s not my priority.” I put her ass on top of the vanity. “Are you hurt?”

“Just my hip.” She rubs at the tender flesh that hit hard enough to bruise as she wiggles to the edge of the countertop. “I need to stop her.”

“You need to tell me that’s the worst of it.” I cage her in. She went down hard. Dizzy will leave or she will keep until I’m certain Ivy is fine.

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