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So, this was my fault, all this. It started with my fuck-ups even if he had his own.
“And she ran because of that.” I couldn’t breathe, stomach tight, locked. “She ran because you and I lied to her.”
“She didn’t say specifically, and I told her you didn’t know who she was.” His head tilted. “I really messed all this up. If I’d been honest with her and everyone else… fuck.” He pulled his hat off, bending it. “I fucked all this shit up. It’s by the grace of God she let me bring her back here. I thought we’d be out there all night, but out of nowhere she said she wanted to come back here.” He righted, expelling a breath. “She said she wants to meet my folks.”
Chapter Seventeen
Dorian
I had to take a second after what Wolf said. Sloane wanted to meet his folks? For real?
I had him sit at this point. He wasn’t looking right, and I needed to take a seat too. Sloane knew everything.
Sloane knew I’d lied.
Of course, I’d suspected I might have been a factor in why she’d run. Especially after I’d realized she not only had a phone with which to contact me if she needed help, but also that Thatcher had given her and Bru a laptop to use. The pair had had internet access.
Which meant she’d gotten my emails.
She’d gotten it all, but still hadn’t reached out to me. That meant something, and with what Wolf was telling me now…
“She said she wants to meet them,” he continued. He still had his hat in his hands, wrestling with it. He stared toward the hallway. “I’m sure that’s what she’s telling Bru.”
Well, that was good news. Great news. “Well, then we should call Ramses and Brielle then.” Fuck, bring her over there now. “We can get this all going.”
“But what if it’s too soon?” He was fucking the shit up out of his hat, and he tossed it on the couch. “You didn’t see her face when we were talking about all this shit. She looked horrified when we were talking about the fucked-up things my grandpa and great-uncle Leo did.” His pained expression twisted my stomach. His head shook. “Your grandfather may have helped, but it was my family who asked the favor. That family is also hers. This legacy is hers, and who knows what she thinks about it.”
I knew what I would. I knew what I did. There were monsters residing in our world, and I didn’t have clean hands either. She had a right to fear us and definitely had a right to fear me.
I’d done some dark shit.
“My parents have been through so much.” He held his arms. “If Sloane runs again, I know it’s going to break them. I don’t know if she’s really ready, but even if she’s not, I can’t keep this shit from my folks.”
He wouldn’t, and I couldn’t. We couldn’t keep our parents out any longer, and I refused. “We’re not keeping anything from them. We’ll call them up. Call mine, Thatcher’s, and Wells’s too. We’ll tell them the truth but convince them all to give Sloane at least a night. It’s late anyway, and she should have that. Just one night before everything changes.”
I didn’t know what I was saying, but I did know what I was doing. I was still fighting for her.
Because I still loved her.
I was willing to fight our families who I knew would come crashing through the walls of this place if they knew she was here, but I didn’t care. I didn’t want her to run again, and maybe if she didn’t, we could keep her here.
I could keep her.
Wolf’s head was shaking before I even finished what I said. “You know they’re not going to stand for that.”
I did know that, and it’d probably take all four of us to make them see the light, but we had to try. “Well, we’re just going to have to convince them. If we don’t want her to run again, we have to do this delicately.”
“That’s why I went to her by myself.” Wolf’s knuckle brushed his nose. “I guess Thatcher had something. I figured if he got her to trust him that way, I’d try it.” He smirked a little before looking at me. “I still might kill him, though.”
“Only if I get the first shot.”
Wolf laughed, sitting back. “Before the families come, you should probably talk to her. I told her none of this was your fault. The lies and shit, and it sounds like your grandfather was actually trying to help her.”
I’d believe that with cold hard evidence but wasn’t trying to think about that now. We needed to focus on what we’d say to our parents, and I would talk to her. I just didn’t know when.
Let alone how.
Chapter Eighteen
