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“That’ll take more than a half-assed apology to—”

“Which is why you’re going to make it count.”

Cass’s scowl pins me. “She won’t let me near her, you know that.”

“I also know how persuasive you can be.”

I’d meant it as a compliment, but for some reason it just makes more angry spots flare up on his cheeks.

We sit for a few seconds smoking our cigarettes, silent, brooding, waiting each other out.

“What’s so fucking special about her anyway?” he asks.

Did I hear that right?

I get up and crouch beside him to kill my cigarette in the cup by his couch. When I look up, his iridescent blue eyes glue me to the spot.

I wasn’t just blowing hot air up his ass. When he wants something—really,reallywants something—it’s as if the Universe aligns to give it to him.

Even if it’s just an answer to a question I’d rather not give.

“I never said she was.”

“You didn’t have to.”

“You’re delusional.” I start to stand, but Cass grabs my arm, and not gently either. His fingernails bite into my flesh as he tugs me closer.

“What happens when you have to choose between her or us?”

A hard frown creases my brow. “That’s never going to happen.”

Cass’s expression clears. He releases me. “Yeah, let’s hope it doesn’t,” he says as he gets to his feet. I stand too, and he pushes past me to get to the door. “Because it looks like you’ve already made your choice.”

“Cass.”

He slips out the curtain.

“Cass!”

I could have gone after him, but then I’d seem desperate. Falling onto the couch, I sit stroking a thumb over the marks his fingernails left in my arm as I let the latent warmth from his body soak into mine.

He’s full of shit, but that’s nothing new. Of the three of us, his walls are the tallest and the strongest. No one’s ever broken through them. He doesn’t let his guard down for anyone, not even his brothers. But that wasn’t a requirement for joining this war. Every war needs soldiers, and those soldiers need ammunition.

Rage.

Hate.

Vengeance.

In this case, we each had to bring our own. But me and Rube and Apollo? We’re weak, flickering candles compared to Cass.

He’s the motherfucking sun.

Chapter Twenty-One

Trinity

After breakfast, I spend a few hours at the tiny desk in our room catching up on my homework. Jasper is there for a while, reading a book, and then he disappears without a word. I decide to close the bedroom door behind him, just in case someone—Cass—decides to pop in for an unannounced visit.