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“Makes sense.” Rebel nods. “But this isn’t how we’re going to solve this problem.”

“No, it’s not.” Rogue curls up his fingers on the tiles. “We need a DNA kit and a pregnancy test.”

“We need to find out more about Robert Hawthorne and our long lost brother,” Rebel says. “I cannot believe we’re cousins with that asshole Alec.”

“I still think we’re missing something with him.” My fingers toy with the key resting against my breastbone. “If we’re all related why does he hate you so much and want me dead?”

“I guess it helps explain why Nicole hated the idea of me and you so much,” Rogue says.

“That’s another thing. Why not just come out and tell me?” Surely she would have loved to have been the one to share that news. And it would have been much easier to manipulate me into marrying Nathaniel.

“Perhaps because then she would have to admit she’s related to us.” Rebel gets up in one fluid movement. “Although I think we got the worse end of the deal.”

“She would only have been admitting it to me.” It’s not like I would have shared that information with anyone. Okay, I would have shared it with Adira, but that’s as far as it would have gone. “It doesn’t make sense to go to the effort of a restraining order. Or framing Rogue instead of just telling me something that would have stopped us from being together in the first place. We’re missing something.”

“Yep, well, we’re not going to work it out on empty stomachs.” Rebel’s words are punctuated by a loud grumble from his abdomen. “Let’s order some food and fill Summer and Riot in on this development.”

He snags the gun from the counter and walks out with it.

Rogue straightens to his feet. The sleeves of his shirt are soaked from wrist to shoulder. He reaches for the hem and drags it up over his torso.

I slap a hand across my eyes and turn my back to him. I’ve seen him naked a thousand times. Maybe even more. But that was before… now it all feels so wrong. Especially when my body reacts by tightening in anticipation.

The wet garment splats on the tiles.

He clears his throat. “You can have the bedroom. I’ll move my stuff out. At least until we have DNA proof that we’re not…”

“Or we are.” God, I hate this. “You don’t need to do that. This is your house. I can move my things.”

“I want you to be comfortable, Ivy. I want you to feel safe. Even if we…”

The silence is awkward and uncomfortable. I can’t stand it. “Thanks.”

“Yeah.” His voice is laced with pain.

He leaves the bathroom and I drop my hands from my tear-filled eyes. I feel like I’m dying inside. Hollow, shattered. Everything in me is screaming that this can’t be real. I love Rogue so much.

That can’t be wrong.

Chapter Twenty-Six

Ivy

I can’t sleep. Everything about this room reminds me of Rogue. Our bed… the pillows… they smell like him. The sheets feel cooler against my skin without his body heat to warm me up.

I glance at the clock on his side of the bed. Normally I would have to peel my head off his chest to see it.

“Ugh.” I bunch my fists and slam them into the covers. Every muscle in my body is taut. Strung tight enough to snap.

Rogue had a way of fixing that. I can practically feel his mouth on my skin, weaving a trail up my arm to my shoulder and then down my torso to my…

Growling, I flop onto my stomach and punch the pillow beside me before I drag it over my head to muffle my scream.

I thought after all the tears I’ve cried I would be able to sleep, that I wouldn’t be recalling every moment Rogue and I have shared in this bed. Well, all the ones that I can remember. Which seems to be more and more. Reliving them. Seeing them in a different light. I’m done. I’m fucking done. How can this be my life?

My phone vibrates on the nightstand beside me, and my breath catches.

I drag the pillow from off my head as I reach for my device. Stare at the screen.

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