Page 581 of Dark Love

Every instinct in me screams to go to her.

Dahlia: Mom has got me wearing this insane dress. I should just go hide in your library until the party is over.

WHAT?

Me: Show me

Her mother does wild things. She better not try to talk my woman into something that shows too much skin and makes her feel uncomfortable.

Me: Dahl, if it makes you that uncomfortable, don’t wear it. But definitely send me a picture!

Dahlia: LOL

I can practically hear her laughter in my head.

Me: Waiting on my picture…

Dahlia: Patience is a virtue.

Me: What is that?

Dahlia: Ha ha! Fine, I’ll send you a picture.

The endless silence on her end frays my nerves.

Me: You need help over there?

All it would take is the barest excuse for me to run over to her.

To ignore the fact that there will be a million people waiting for her to attend her own party.

To ignore the fact that there’s no way her parents would ever accept me being in her life.

To ignore all sense and reason to have her in my arms again.

Give me just one little excuse.

A hint that you want me to make the wrong choice.

Why is seeing my woman the wrong choice?

Because you’re a killer, and Dahlia lived a normal life with the picket fence and perfect parents.

Are we going to spend the rest of our lives hiding from her parents?

Because there’s zero way Dahlia and I aren’t spending forever together.

This separation isn’t happening again.

There has to be a way.

Am I really waiting for someone else to fix my problem?

No. Dahlia and I are going to be together.

And her parents are going to give their blessing.

But they’ll never accept Vex the killer.

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