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“The WAA is interested in me because of my quick mastery of my water affinity. They want me to attend a gala next month.”
I intentionally left out the part about the prince. Although, maybe that would make Wyatt a little jealous…
Wyatt was silent.
I looked up, surprised to see shock, horror, and genuine concern looking back at me.
“The gala next month?” Wyatt repeated. “And this…scares you?”
I nodded.
Wyatt’s brow furrowed and he reached into his pocket, pulling out his phone. He fired off a few texts before looking back to my face.
“It’ll be okay, Skye. I’m going to see what I can do.”
I snorted. “What exactly can you do? You’re just a counselor.” My own words seemed to slap me in the face. “Wait,” I said slowly. “You’re just a counselor…”
“Gee, thanks Skye.” Wyatt snarked, his eyes on his phone as he sent another text.
“No, I mean…how the hell do you know the WAA president?”
“I’ve known him since I was six years old.” Wyatt replied, slipping his phone back into the pocket of his smooth, black slacks.
“How?” I asked, pointedly ignoring how Wyatt’s forearms flexed in the light.
Wyatt chewed his lower lip, looking me over as indecision warred between his eyes. He was beautiful, but fuck, he was pissing me off.
I turned on my heel to leave, worried that my affinity would flare without my consent again, but Wyatt stopped me, pushing me back against the wall and caging me in slightly.
“Move,” I demanded.
“What was that? Why are you leaving?” he demanded right back.
“I don’t have time for this, Wyatt.” I said, exasperated.
“Tell me. Please,” he pleaded.
I squeezed my eyes shut. “Why can’t you ever just be honest with me?” I whispered.
When I opened my eyes, Wyatt was looking at me with the saddest expression I’d ever seen.
And I hated how my fucking biology demanded I comfort him.
“Alexander is the father of my best friend,” Wyatt said quietly. “He didn’t give you his last name on purpose.”
“What?” I breathed. “Why?”
“Because his full name is Alexander Sombra. He’s the father of Prince Rafael Sombra.”
Chapter 38
Wyatt
I pulledthe zipper on my hoodie up higher, covering my t-shirt underneath completely. Rafe adjusted the face mask over his nose, his eyes darting to mine in annoyance after glancing at his phone.
“What?” I asked, my voice muffled from my own face mask. “You’re dead fucking meat if you’re seen in a place like this. We both are.”
Rafe turned his phone to show me what really had him pissed – Aiden Brandt’s fucking daily post. Rafe had become obsessed with checking Aiden’s page since he and Skye had become an official item and Aiden was posting her all over the place.
