Page 100 of Wedlock
Sighing now, I ignore his salutations and get to the heart of something that’s been bothering me.
“Falcon, if you knew my number, and you claim you know where I am, and have done so for some time, why did you send Jag to deliver your message about Tiger?”
“Have you seen Viscount Speardon lately?” His tone is slightly darker as he asks this.
“Are you still jealous of your best friend? I thought we’d been through this.”
“I’m not fucking jealous!”
There’s a click and I stare at the phone in my hand, my eyes wide with surprise.
“Huh. Guess it was your turn to hang up.”
I turn to leave the room, but smirk as the phone rings again.
“Lord Dragonspur, I presume? Or is it the green-eyed monster?”
“Lady Dragonspur,” he sighs, “did you deliberately try to shorten our conversation by enraging me?”
“Yes.”
“Then I’ll keep this tête-à-tête short. I sent Jag to test him, and you.”
“Test us?” I narrow my eyes.
‘Asshole!’
“No,” he sighs. “That isn’t entirely true. I wanted to give you the opportunity to be with one another, if that’s what you desired. If that’s what made you happy.”
“You?” I snort. “The man who saw me as nothing but a possession, as a brood-mare to be knocked up and knocked off. You were going to let us be together and live happily ever after?”
“Yes.”
I’m silent for a moment. This kind of self-sacrifice isn’t something I’m prepared for from him.
“How many times?” I sigh. “How many times do I have to tell you that I was under a thrall. I never loved Jag.”
“Did you love me?” He murmurs. “Did you ever love me, Angie?”
I wait a long, long time before answering.
“You know I did, once, a lifetime ago.”
The line goes dead, and I grit my teeth and look at the ceiling.
“Infuriating!”
“Did you tell him to fuck off and never call you again?” Yin asks from where she’s leaning in the doorway.
I don’t know how long she’s been there. But certainly long enough to know her question is rhetorical.
“Yin,” I sigh as I shake my head, “you make it sound so easy.”
“It’s as easy as whether you want your children alive or dead,” she says, turning on her heel.
I close my eyes and put my head into my hands.
“What am I doing? Why am I speaking to him? Why do I feel so confused?”
