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I was told I’d get to meet the other Legacy parents too at some point, but at this point, I was exhausted. I said goodnight to Bru, and after, I attempted to find my room, but there were so many rooms in this house. So many, in fact, I missed mine. I ended up reaching for the door to a bathroom as someone else was opening it.

The dark prince was shirtless.

A muscled torso and broad physique swallowed up the door frame that surrounded it. He was coming out and had a thick terry cloth towel bunched and tucked under his bicep. His feet bare, we just about collided, nothing but a pair of low-riding jeans sitting on Dorian’s defined hips.

“Sorry,” he edged out. Out of the bathroom and in front of me, he loomed large above. He blinked. “My bathroom is out of towels so…”

He tugged the one from under his arm, lifting it, and my mouth parted. He was staying here?

“You’re, um,” I paused, backing away a little. He was too close. “You’re staying here.”

I hadn’t been told this.

His nod firm, he tucked the rolled towel back under his arm. “Uh, yeah.” He tugged the door closed, then pointed back. “Did you need in there? I assumed your room had a bathroom.”

It did.

If I could find it.

“I’m kind of lost,” I admitted. I scratched my ankle with bare toes. “Big house.”

It was a big house.

But I guess not big enough.

It wasn’t enough to avoid him, or how much space he did take up. He stepped forward. “I can take you there. You’re just down the hall from Ares, right?”

Down the hall was like a mile in this place. “I’m okay. It’s good for me to get to know the house anyway.”

His mouth came together, but even after another firm nod, he didn’t move. He tapped the air with his towel. “I’m just here for Ares and, I guess, Bru.” His jaw shifted. “The parents thought it’d be a good idea, and Thatcher and Wells are somewhere around here too. Probably with your brother and Wolf.”

I hadn’t asked, and he could come and go as he pleased.

“Not sure how long I’ll be here, and Wells and Thatcher are only staying the night. Or, I guess, just Wells is.” He braced the towel. “My god dad, Knight, really gave it to Thatch for everything. The secrets and all that, so he’s going to be heading out soon.”

I cursed internally. His secret was actually mine.

“He’s grounded for basically eternity.” Dorian cuffed his arm, and I shook my head.

“I didn’t mean to get him in trouble.” I hadn’t and hated that I had. Things had just gotten so messed up.

So much pain. So much… madness.

There was so much, and I was at the heart of it. All of this me.

Chaos.

I blinked away, overwhelmed again, and it took me a second to notice Dorian had closed a little space. It was enough for me to notice how his hands wringing that towel roved his shoulder muscles, a flush over his tan skin. “You shouldn’t feel bad about that, and I get why he did it.” He wet his lips. “I didn’t at first, but I did once I thought about it. He did that for you, and you trusted him, and I’m sure you felt not a lot of that was going around.”

I hadn’t. In fact, I’d trusted no one and definitely not Dorian himself.

“I know I would have done the same. If you gave me a secret, I mean.” An edge to his voice, he glanced away before looking at me. “I guess, we have a lot to talk about. You and me.”

My heart raced, pumping, clenching. A door opened down the hallway, and I noticed we both did something.

We stepped apart.

The pair of us had gotten dangerously close, but Ramses entering the hallway took all that away. He came down it in a dark sweater, his hands together. “Everything okay?”

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