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“What if it is what I choose?”

Chapter 44

Blake

“You’remine,Lacey.Whenare you going to work that out?” I yelled.

She snapped her head, her eyes blazing with fury. “I belong not only with you, but with Kane and Seb, too.” She held her head high, her eyes staring, daring me to challenge her.

Lacey had backbone. Nobody could deny that. I’d teased enough of it out of her over the past, testing her, making her believe in herself, seeing how just how far she could reach.

“You flew for me. You revealed your wings for me, and you were prepared to save me. I felt it, you feel it. Stop denying me. Stop denying us.”

Her head dropped back with a sigh. “I’m not denying you. I want you. You’re the one not listening because you are only choosing to hear what you want. I want you, I want Seb, I want Kane. You won’t make me choose.”

She pushed on the bed, curling her legs off the side as she stood tentatively. Seeing her clothes folded on the chair, she staggered to them and back to the bed.

Her face grimaced, and I rushed to her. She held her palm to my face.

“I’ll do it myself,” she said, her tone seething as she tried to pretend she wasn’t hurting.

“You’re stubborn.”

She burst into laughter, but it turned to pain. Her eyes flashed like a blazing beacon, as her goddess power came back to light as she held onto her side, and pumped healing power into her.

“Heal yourself fully before you leave,” I said, but she already was and I could almost feel the strength of her power as it wrapped around her and was trying to pull me in.

But as her magic subsided, she came crashing down, metaphorically and physically, as she fell back against the bed. I touched her body and used some magic to help keep her strength. She took a long breath as my power settled within her blood.

Her eyes opened a few moments later. “That’s better,” she said and smiled.

I steadied her arm to help her sit back up, removed the bandage, and checked the wound. “It’s just a scar now. You’ve healed.”

“Still hurts like hell,” she said and smirked. “Hurts like you.”

And I knew it, it was a moment of clarity and I knew it was all over. My darkness was too much for her. I’d hurt her a lot more than she could ever hurt herself.

She was too light for me.

I had to let her go.

I had to let us go.

“I’ll take you home,” I said with a heavy dose of anxiety in my tone. But I had to, because if I didn’t do it now, I never would.

“You are a defeatist,” she screamed.

“I can’t share you.”

“You won’t. You should never have got me pregnant. That wasn’t fair.”

I wasn’t thinking of fair. But had my decision destroyed her, ruined everything she would feel?

She stood again, pulling the rest of her clothes on her body, glaring at me. "You're weak, like a child that doesn't get his own way."

“Why don’t you get the fuck in the car and I’ll take you home,” I yelled.

She grabbed her bag and squirmed with the quick movement.

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