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“We are in no position to argue,” Clotho said without an ounce of anger. Even though they were losing their best minion. Maybe they had something they were lording over Dominic and could convincehimto do their dirty work. They seemed to like him well enough to give him the heads up on our Fating. I wanted to ask, but that was his story to tell.

“We owe you a great debt,” Clotho finished.

I grinned. “Glad you think so.” That would certainly come in handy later. I wasn’t wasting that for a second.

“Would you like to call it in now?” Atropos asked, leaning her lithe, young body forward in her chair.

I raised an eyebrow. “Should I?”

“Shouldimplies an obligation,” Clotho evaded. “You are free to do as you choose. We do not control minds.”

“You sure about that?” The Fates had ways of controllingwhenandwhereyou died. I had a hard time believing they didn’t extend it farther.

“Are you attempting to argue, Rosemary?” Lachesis asked with the closest thing to humor she could manage in her voice.

“Never, Lachesis.” I gave them a little salute just because I could. Because I was feeling freer despite having to go to Corinth and maybe see if Dominic wasn’t fuming. “See you whenever I have something to ask ofyou.”

“I do not look forward to that day,” Clotho said darkly, her tone following me all the way back to our house like an ominous warning.

Chapter 29

Rose

Dominic was nowhere to be found the rest of the day. I managed to track down Raiden, who’d given a dismissive response that he was busy but that he was sure he’d be around later.

But he wasn’t at dinner. Wasn’taroundafterwards.

And my traitorous heart missed him. It ached in the absence of him, ached with the knowledge that our last conversation had ended on a bad note.

I wasn’t going to roll over and just agree I should have told him—there wasn’t an ounce of trust between us until recently. But I could understand where he was coming from.

He was more brutal than I was, more inclined to treat revenge like a transaction. You hurt me, I hurt you.

I was still half convinced that Dominic thought I owed him a debt in that regard. But he’d made no moves to make it seem that way, even going so far as to say that I was different in his eyes.

I had an overwhelming urge to make sure that everything between us was okay. If it ever was.

I sulked around like a fool after dinner with Max, Marcus, and Raiden, then headed back to our room.

It wasn’t until I hit Dominic’s door that I realized that I had started to view it asourroom. The house seemed to agree, as Dominic's closet had grown by a few inches, a new shelf or inch of hanging space appearing every day to make room for the clothes I kept leaving in the room.

My own room was shrinking in response, the bookshelves expanding and another chair that matched the one I already had springing up. Converting itself into a personal library or sitting room.

My bed was still in there, even though it looked a little more crowded than normal. I walked through our shared bathroom to my room and just stood in the center for a moment.

Internally debating whether I should sleep here tonight. It still felt like there had to be a perfect storm for Dominic and I to share a bed, to show casual affection.

I couldn’t stand the embarrassment of going to Dominic’s—or ours or who the fuck knew whose it was—bed and him walking in and looking at me like I was out of place. So I got ready for bed as normal and pulled back my cold sheets, already stiff with lack of use.

I was tired and drained and a little sad if I was being honest. I drifted off into an exhausted sleep with Dominic on my mind. Seconds or minutes or hours later, he appeared at the foot of my bed like I had conjured him with my thoughts.

Half asleep and dazed, I wasn’t even sure he was real. But he felt very real as he walked to the side of the bed and ripped back the sheets. “Absolutely not.”

“What?” I asked, my voice thick with sleep.

“We sleep together,” Dominic said, then shoved his hands under my back and knees and lifted me from the bed.

I turned my face into his chest and chuckled lazily. “That’s not in contention.”

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