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Matty was silent while he took a few seconds to spin his own glass in front of him. I knew him well enough to know when he was trying to find the right words to say. Without saying ‘I told you so, and what the actual fuck were you thinking?’ “It doesn’t mean you’ll get pregnant.”
“Doesn’t all your research say differently?”
“Mostly, yes, but there are always exceptions to variables. So, where did you and Mason leave things? What are you planning to do about being fated? Is this something you want to pursue, especially after…that.” He indicated the marks on my neck.
“We…ah…didn’t.” I mumbled.
“Didn’t what? Decide?”
“Didn’t discuss it, so yeah, we didn’t decide.”
“Ronen,” Matty groaned, pushing the palm of his hand into his forehead like I was making his head hurt.
“I know!” I cried, jumping up to pace the dining room. “I didn’t plan to lose my temper–”
Matty snorted derisively, and I ignored him, because okay, I had a habit of losing my temper frequently. Especially where Mason was concerned.
A flickering behind Matty, at his patio slider doors, caught my attention. William appeared, and I pointed a finger at him. “Go! I’m not dealing with you. I have enough shit to deal with right now.”
“But–,”William started, and I cut him off at the pass.
“No! Haven’t you done enough damage for one day? Just leave me the fuck alone, William. I’m not in the mood for your cryptic bullshit, or to discuss what you did earlier.”
He disappeared, and I sighed tiredly, exhaustion slamming into me so hard, I nearly swayed with it.
Matty was watching me with concern in his eyes. “You look exhausted, Ro. When’s the last time you slept?”
Opening my mouth, I almost told him about the dreams that had been plaguing me for months, but I didn’t. It was just a stupid nightmare, that meant nothing, and suddenly I had more important things to sort out in my life.
“Why don’t you go get some rest,” Matty told me quietly. “Things will look clearer in the morning after you’ve had a good night’s sleep. Then you can figure out what you want.”
But nothing looked clearer in the morning.
My dreams of a giant snake had plagued me, only this time my dream dragon joined in the fun, breathing fire around us, shaking the earth with its rage.
Waking in a cold sweat, my heart pounding in my ears, fear nearly paralyzed me.
And, I still had no clue what I wanted when it came to Mason.
Chapter Sixteen
Mason
Nothing like sitting on a side road in the dark, waiting for a speeder to go by, to really add to my miserable mood. The only good thing about the situation was that my ankle was healed, the boot was off, and the doctor had cleared me to return to duty.
As a thank you to my team for covering for me while I’d been stuck at home, and for them checking on me, most days showing up with something to feed me with, I had taken some of the night shifts for the next couple of weeks.
Goddess, you’re all in your feelings, my dragon huffed.
I know I am, okay, just let me wallow for a minute, will ya?
Ronen had snuck out in the dead of night almost two weeks ago, and I still didn’t know how I felt about it. Honestly, it had hurt my feelings, even if I was having a hard time admitting it. It wasn’t even like I had expected him to stay or even be there in the morning, not really. But waking up to an empty house, withno note or anything, had left me with an aching hole in my chest I hadn’t been prepared for.
Plenty of dates–not that what had happened between us could be called a date–had left my bed before morning. None of them affected me the way Ronen leaving had. And I was still processing it all.
I hadn’t seen him since he had slunk away like a thief, not even at the library. Instead of taking my returned books inside and replenishing my stock, I dropped them in the outside drop box after hours. I had plenty to read at home, and Amazon delivered. I didn’t need to go to the library. Even if I did miss the place. I’d just need to go when Ronen wasn’t working if I wanted to go inside.
Hell, maybe I would finally break down and buy a Kindle and just read eBooks. Then I wouldn’t have to see him at all. I bet I could hoard a shit ton of digital books and wouldn’t have to worry about running out of room on my shelves.
