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“Because you know the answer. I’ve told you many times just today. Of course I do. I’m not sure how I’d get through even one day in this world without you in it. Why I’d even want to.”
I studied his face while he uttered every word and found that I believed him.
All I had to do now was make sure he never stopped feeling this way.
But we were never meant to last. If only my heart had had known that.
CHAPTER
THIRTY-TWO
“Love never dies a natural death.”
~Anaïs Nin
PRESENT
I was in the kitchen, rummaging around for coffee like an irritated bear looking for honey when a now dressed Bastian joined me.
He still looked pretty freaking edible. Leo was a crappy as hell father, but he sure made good-looking sons. The Durant men were all of a size, uncommonly tall with straight, broad shoulders. Bastian was dark where Dante was golden, but they still shared a certain look, something sinister around the eyes, with pretty mouths and straight, sharp teeth. Starkly handsome but villainous.
It was my own personal kryptonite.
“Hey,” I greeted him, tone bordering on friendly, because he was maybe the only person in this entire house that I didn’t despise.
“Hey there,” he returned, tone and smile beyond friendly into outright warm.
My body was facing the coffeemaker, hips leaning against the counter as I waited for the coffee pot to fill.
I was serious about my coffee, especially the first cup of the day. I’d basically been watching the pot filling drop by drop, mug ready to pounce the second it finished.
Bastian was clearly a coffee enthusiast himself, joining me right there, actually exactly right there. He didn’t even find his own space, instead he invaded mine, pressing himself against my back as he reached above me for a coffee cup.
“Don’t take this the wrong way,” he murmured into my ear, “but it felt ruder not to mention it—you’ve got a world class rack. It’s going to be hard for me to forget about it.”
“Well, Bastian, while we’re not being rude I guess I’ll mention that you looked pretty outstanding without your clothes on.”
“You didn’t even get to see the best part.”
“Regrettable,” I remarked, because flirting with hot guys was in my DNA, even if they were blood related to the hate of my life.
“Well, it doesn’t have to be.”
I bit my lip to keep from smiling. “You trying to get Dante to kill you?”
“He can try. Besides, you guys aren’t actually back together, are you?”
“Hell no, but you’re thinking of it reasonably. Try to think of it from the mind of a Dante.”
“I see your point. Something’s always confused me though. With the way he so obviously feels about you, the way you feel about each other, why did you break up in the first place?”
What happens when two people of terrible pride fall for each other?
Terrible things.
Destruction. Chaos. Pain. Sorrow.
War.
