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No other relationship feels right no matter how great the other person is because I know what I was supposed to have, with him.

I don’t know how I’m going to get out of here, but I know if I don’t, I’ll forgive him.

Crushing the note in my hand, I steel myself for whatever’s coming next.

I release the piece of trash, letting it drop to the pristine white sand as I walk away.

There’s at least one other person on this island who needs to get out of here, and I’m going to do whatever I can to help her.

Chapter Forty

Dale

The interior of the ‘hotel’ kind of gives me the creeps. The empty reception area is dimly lit, and it looks like Zane only fixed up parts of the building and left other parts unfinished.

I find a bedroom that has my name carved into the door, and that room is luxurious, with a huge bed, a balcony overlooking the pool and the sea, and an adjoining bathroom almost as big as the bedroom. The wardrobe is full of holiday clothing in my size. A lot of the stuff is insanely bright, but it’s mostly my style otherwise which is endearing enough to grate on my nerves.

He can’t possibly think that years of abandonment can be fixed by a new summer wardrobe and a luxury room in an extremely private hotel.

To rub salt in the wound, he’s left a shirt he’s worn on the bed.

I pick it up, ready to throw it away, but the instant I’ve got it in my hands I just want to put it on, so I can smell like my Alpha. I mean, the guy who was almost my Alpha. The guy who drugged me and kidnapped me today. The dangerously delusional guy who thinks kidnapping a celebrity was the only way he could fix his life, and mine.

I put the shirt back down, trying to clear my head.

Stay focused, Dale. You need to find Zelena and get the hell out of here.

Zane has done enough damage. You can stop him from doing any more.

“Zelena, right.” I step out of the room and go down the hall, checking every other room and finding them completely empty. No furniture, no carpets, no wallpaper. Definitely no hidden popstar.

It was a week after prom when he showed up on my doorstep, admittedly looking better than he had the day I showed up on his. He told me he needed to show me something, and I let him in.

I knew by the sparkle in his eyes that it had to be about Zoey. When he played the song on his phone, it took a second for the hairs on my back to stand on end, but I felt something.

He thought it was Zoey, but the woman with the similar voice had her own name, her own family, her own life. I could see how this doppelganger had convinced him, but that’s all she was. Another girl who looked like Zoey might have if she’d gotten the chance to grow up. Another girl who sang like her voice was made to lure ships into rocks.

I nodded along with everything he said, because there was no way in hell he was going to get past a superstar’s security team to speak to this doppelganger.

I cried when he left, because I knew he’d never let go.

He was never going to live his life.

It wasn’t possible.

He was too lost, too desperate.

Even if I told him it wasn’t her, that it couldn’t be her, it wouldn’t change his mind.

I had to let go. I’d already started to do that but seeing him so fucking excited made it hurt even more. He was more interested in courting a deluded fantasy of a girl we’d lost so many years ago, than giving that up to have something real with me.

I don’t know why he cares now.

Maybe this was his plan all along.

Ignore me until he found her.

Then, try to have his cake and eat it, too.

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