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The fuck it isn’t.

Reaching out, I touch the tip of my finger to her smooth cheek. “I know you felt the pull between us, Wyn. You can lie to yourself, but I know what's what.”

She moves her head, dodging my touch. “Doesn’t matter now, does it?”

My gaze flicks over her. Her tits are lush and perky beneath her dress, and I can see the outline of her nipples. Saliva fills my mouth just remembering how those nipples taste.

She’s standing there, staring at me like I’m the monster from her nightmares. And I am. I know that for sure. But I’m also the instrument of her deepest, most secret desires. I know that shit, too.

Shoving my hands into my pockets, I shift my weight and flick my chin up. “You can go downstairs and wait for the meeting to start. I’ll be down in a minute.”

She looks confused at my abrupt dismissal of her, and she hesitates like she wants to say something before she leaves. One last biting remark, most likely. In the end, though, she must think better of it. With a shallow nod, she turns around and leaves through the open door looking relieved.

I smile to myself. Good. I hope she enjoys that feeling because, in just a few minutes, she’ll know exactly why I let her go so easily…

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

Wyn

As I makemy way down the hallway, and down the main staircase to the study, I try to steady my breathing. My entire body is trembling after that encounter with Lucas. I still have trouble wrapping my head around the fact that he was the one who initiated me.

But why do I suspect there’s so much more to all this?

I know you felt the pull between us, Wyn.

Of course, I did. But even if I had known he was the guy who fucked me during my initiation—and Ididn’tknow—I still wouldn’t have approached him afterward. The Sacred Sons constantly have girls crawling all over them. They’re the most sought-after commodities at ExU. Getting one of those guys alone is like plucking a star out of the night sky with your bare hands. It’s physically impossible unless one of them singles you out first.

Whatever. It just proves out out of touch Lucas really is.

I’m also shocked he let me go as easily as he did just now. But, whatever, I’ll take it. It’s like narrowly escaping the jaws of a lion—if you’re lucky enough to do it, you don’t ask questions.

I walk into the dressing room, grab my cloak and hood, and start putting them on.

“Oh, hey, Wyn.” It’s Ava’s voice, and I turn around to see her easy smile. She’s just putting her hood on, too. Her usual blond beach waves are curled, pulled over her shoulders, and she’s wearing the queen consort’s white cloak, which sets her apart from the sea of navy blue.

“Hey,” I reply with a tight smile. For the first time, I notice how much she looks like me. Same long, wavy blond hair, same green eyes, and slender frame.

Wow, fuck. Lucas really has a type.

I feel a little dumb for not putting all of this together before. But, again, the hate he exuded really threw me off. Why would Ieversuspect he had a thing for me?

Ugh.What a fucking asshole.

“So, uh, how did it go with Lucas?” she asks. I can tell she’s probing for information about my conversation with him. “Everything okay?”

I’m tying the robe as I turn to face her. “Lucas is an asshole, Ava. He’s not faithful and I don’t know why you put up with his bullshit. You deserve so much better.”

For a second, she just stares at me, like she doesn’t know what to say. I know I caught her off guard, but fuck it. She needs to hear this and I’m done hiding behind politeness.

She laughs to cut the tension, then glances away uncomfortably. “Yeah, I mean, I know that. We’re not exclusive. He made that clear from the beginning, and I’m cool with it.”

I can tell she’s definitelynotcool with it, but whatever. If she’s hoping for something more serious with Lucas West thenshe’s barking up the wrong psychopath. That’s her business, though.

I shrug. “You do you girl. Just thought I’d mention it.”

The benefits of being a Sacred Sons’s consort are wild, so I don’t blame her one bit for playing the game. I just hope she isn’t crushed when she realizes Lucas is never going to come around, no matter how perfect she is. He’s a cunt like that and I wonder now if he even has emotions like the rest of us.

A few minutes later, we’re all called into the ballroom. Austin is at the door, collecting our phones. As we all file in, about a hundred people, we’re each handed a cut crystal flute filled to the gilded rim with champagne.

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