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I wish I’d gone. I wish I’d given myself a chance to know her better. If I had, maybe Banshee and I would have had more time together.
Everything happens for a reason.
My mother’s voice ran through my head. She was right. I might not know where my life was going, but I knew I was right where I was supposed to be.
In this house, in this moment, with these people.
And with Banshee.
He promised me a future. One without my husband. One as his old lady. But for that to work, one of two things had to happen: Either I had to get a divorce, or I had to become a widow.
Neither option held much promise. Both paths led down only one road.
War.
A divorce would need a reason. And when my family found out what that reason was, my father would declare war, despite no longer being the president. He would make sure Zeus did what he thought was right.
And Zeus would follow his lead. Because that would ensure vengeance, not just for me. But for Diana. They had no one to blame for her disappearance. No one to seek vengeance on.
Once again, I would be used for my sister’s sake.
If I became a widow, it would be because Banshee killed my husband. And the Death Dogs would declare war on the Silver Shadows. And innocent lives would be at risk. Old ladies, children. Not to mention the townsfolk. The very people sitting at this table.
Once again, the thought of running ran through my head.
Chapter Seventeen
Banshee
Something had changed after dinner with Grayson and his family. Aspen was subdued, withdrawn. She’d tried to hide it. Whenever I brought it up, she would lean into me, tell me she was fine and then kiss me.
When the woman kissed me, all thoughts of anything but her lips, her body, and her gorgeous pussy flew right out the fucking window. She knew it too, and she used it to her advantage.
In the two weeks since we’d had dinner at the house, I’d had more sex than I’d had in years. I wasn’t complaining exactly, but I needed this woman to talk to me.
“Baby girl, we need to talk.”
She looked up from the couch, a smile on her lips. Closing her book, she laid it on her lap and gave me her full attention. Patting the seat next to her, she said, “Come sit down and we’ll talk.”
“Nuh-uh. I’ll sit over here,” I told her, planting my ass in the chair. “Where are you?”
She scrunched her eyebrows, and she was so damn cute. “I’m in a cabin, on Grayson’s ranch. With you.”
I wouldn’t let her play me. I loved her sass, but I needed her to be serious. I wanted her to open up to me. Let me be there for her. Not just in bed.
“You’ve been moping around this cabin for weeks.”
“I have not.”
“You fucking have. Every time I try to talk to you, you distract me with sex.”
“You don’t want to have sex with me?” she asked, her face blank, her eyes blinking.
I moved to the couch beside her. “You know I love fucking you. But I want more than a physical relationship. I want you to come to me when you’re upset or sad. I want you to lean on me for more than orgasms.”
“I mean, you’re pretty good with the orgasms.” She smiled, and I couldn’t help but laugh.
“You’re not so bad yourself.” I pulled her over and kissed her, letting myself enjoy the feel of her lips for a few minutes before pulling back. “Talk to me.”
