Page 106 of Reign By Wrath

Chapter Eleven

“There was nothing Icould do.”

Adonis and I swayed on the porch swing under a mountain of blankets. My love kept piling them on with every tear.

“It happened so fast. One second she was talking to me, and the next, she jumped over the railing. She said she was going to make it right, Adonis.” I smacked the chair arm. “I pushed her too far! I never should’ve let that heartless bastard talk to her.”

“This isn’t your fault, Luna.” He found my hand under the blankets. “You can convince yourself you’re justified in almost anything when you believe you’re fighting the worthy cause for someone you love. When all that was ripped away from her, and she saw what a monster she’d become for, in the end, was no reason at all... Well, she couldn’t face that truth.”

“What do we do now? Rafael, Cato, Lucien, and Wilder are still locked up. Victor is in Wolfgang’s clutches. I know what he’s going to do next.” I sniffed. “He’s going to demand I give him everything my father was supposed to give him in exchange for Victor.”

“Will you?” he asked softly.

“Of course I will. He can have the fucking laptop. He can have the Rogues. He can have all the money he needs to pay for therapy he desperately needs! I’d give him anything if he’d just tell me what he wants.”

“You already gave him what he wants, but it’s sweet to know you’d give him everything else for me.”

I jerked up and tipped over.

“Luna!”

Shrieking, I crashed to the porch in a pile of limbs and blankets. Victor raced up the steps to me.

“Luna, are you okay?”

“Am I okay?” I stroked his cheek. It was real. He was real. “I don’t understand. How are you here?”

“Wolfgang let me go,” he said, helping me up. “It’s over now. Everleigh’s gone, so there was no reason for him to keep playing pretend kidnapper.”

“Pretend? He drowned you, Victor, then stole you away. We’ve been going out of our minds wondering if you’re safe. There was nothing pretend about that.”

Helping me to my feet, Victor gazed past his shoulder. “I’ll let him explain it to you.”

Wolf rounded the corner, stepping onto the porch.

“Get out.”

He raised his hand in surrender. “Luna, please. I didn’t have a choice.”

“Don’t you dare say that to me, and don’t you dare whip out some sob story! You framed your own brother and nearly killed my fiancé. I don’t care what you have to say. Turn around and leave.”

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