Page 82 of Demise

“That’s a load of fucking horseshit. I made her leave literally minutes after you left. Sky, you don’t honestly believe her, do you?”

I shake my head. “But you’ll have to fuck her one of these days, and she is pretty. Wouldn’t be able to hold it against you if you liked it and—”

“And absolutely nothing,” Ronan intervenes. “She’s a fucking liar!”

“It doesn’t matter even if you had,” I say dejectedly.

Ronan looks at me helplessly before Vincent presses a kiss to my forehead.

“I’ll fix it, siren.”

Then, he sets me on my feet and steps out of the room. Ronan takes the opportunity to close the distance between us, but honestly, it’s been a long day and I’m fucking tired. I hold my hand up to him, effectively silencing him as I shake my head.

“I’m being irrational, I get that. We all knew this was going to happen eventually, I was just hoping it would be later than sooner. I’ll get over it, I will. I just…need some space.”

Moving past him, he tries to reach for me when Wesley grabs his arm, pulling it away. When he tries to push against Wesley, Asher is there reinforcing him as Liam comes up to my side.

“What can I do?” he asks.

I smile at him sadly. “Want to come take a bath with me?”

He nods, his hands running through my hair.

“I’d love to.”

Liam and I soak in the bath in silence for over forty-five minutes, and it’s absolute heaven. After, we get dressed into our warmest pajamas and head downstairs for a late night snack.

Ronan is down there, his head in his hands, while Wesley and Asher talk quietly from the kitchen. As soon as I step into the room, all eyes are on me as Ronan stands to his feet. His mouth opens like he wants to say something before he shakes his head and sighs.

In the next moment, Vincent steps inside the house, pulling off black gloves and stuffing them into his back pocket. His eyes come straight to me as he nods.

“Problem solved.”

My brows furrow at that.

“What?” I ask as Asher shakes his head.

“You didn’t…” Asher says hesitantly.

“Didn’t what?” I ask as I look between the guys.

Understanding dawns over each of their faces as I turn back to Vincent.

“What did you do?”

He shrugs. “I fixed the problem. Ronan is no longer engaged.”

I look to see Ronan’s face blank, devoid of any emotion.

“What do you mean? How?” I ask.

Vincent strolls up to me casually, cupping my cheek as he looks into my eyes.

“He can’t be engaged to a corpse.”

“Jesus,” Ronan grumbles under his breath.

My eyes widen at the realization.

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