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Leaving him is the best thing I can do for the both of us.

CHAPTER 9

FIONN

“Good morning, little rabbit.”I groan, stretching my limbs, a grin curling over my face at the thought of doing what we did last night all over again.

She doesn’t say anything, and when I open my eyes, I realize why.

The bed is empty.

My pulse quickens, and I rise to a seated position, staring down at what I was holding. Instead of her, I was hugging a damn pillow.

“Fuck!” Rushing to my feet, I look around my suite, running into the shower, not finding her there.

She probably went back to her own room.

Grabbing a clean pair of boxers, I slip into them and throw on some sweats, running a hand down my face as I head toward the door separating our rooms.

But it’s locked. She’s definitely there.

“Emily? Wanna get breakfast?”

I knock once. Twice. But no one comes to the door.

“Fucking hell.” With the universal keycard in hand, I open the door and walk right in.

As soon as I do, my rage pummels through my blood.

The room is empty. And her luggage? It’s gone.

“What the hell?” I open a drawer, the one she put her swimsuit into, and find her clothes gone.

She left. Why the fuck would she do that?

“God damn it.” I hurry toward the exit, and as I do, I notice a piece of paper on the nightstand.

It’s in my hand in seconds.

When I read her words, there’s no doubt that she’s gone.

She fucking left me.

I’m sorry, Fionn.

But we knew this was nothing more than a one-night stand.

Thank you for everything. I’ll never forget you.

Emily

“Fuuuck!” I crumple up the piece of paper in my palm and stuff it into my pocket, stalking out of the room toward the security office.

When I make it to the lobby, I find my brothers there with Devlin, my baby sister, Eriu’s, husband.

Not even saying hello, I march past them.

“What made you angry as shit this morning?” Cillian calls out, trying to get my attention. “And where’s your shirt?”

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