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He doesn’t smirk, his eyes don’t lighten, he doesn’t even blink.
So I keep talking, hoping that he’s listening, and I’m not coming across as weird.
“But you do—you’ve got that chance now,” I say. “And I think you’re so fortunate to be in that position where you do get to see them, and you will get to find out exactly what they feel. You’ll get the chance to make amends if you want to, and you’ll get the chance to get justice if you want it.”
He nods slowly as if he is actually considering my words, and, honestly, with Cevon, he could be, he also might not be.
“It’s hard,” I say, and my mate nods. “But I can’t live separated from my bonds forever, Cev. I need you all.”
“Why does it have to be them?” he asks, sounding so pathetic that I can’t help but laugh. His look turns even surlier, and he doesn’t appreciate it.
“They probably asked the same question. Why did it have to be you?”
“Well, I fucking know why!” Cevon snaps. “You only had the ability to become mine because none of them completed the bond.”
“I’d like to say they did that out of respect,” I say, and he scoffs. “What? Is respect not a thing to you?”
He rolls his eyes but doesn’t contradict me. Cevon has painted himself as this giant villain, as if he can’t do anything right. As if he’s nothing but a monster.
He’s wrong, of course. Fate would never mate me with a monster. Not after she already did.
But ignoring what I need, Cevon needs this, too. He has a brother who he needs to repair his relationship with.
I know what it’s like to miss out on family. Atticus and Cev had such a shit time, they did, it can’t be denied. Both of them have made mistakes, some bigger than others, but it’s time for them to mend that. I don’t know whether fate is the one to blame, or if we’ve got a guardian angel pushing for our happiness, but we’re mated now. I’m not going to sit here and let two of my mates be at each other’s throat’s for the rest of our lives.
“I love you,” I say, but, this time, I’m not talking to Cevon. I’m talking to me. Survival is hard. It really is, but I know it’s what’s needed. This is my story of second chances. I’ve got a second chance at life, a second chance mate, a second chance at happiness.
But Cevon, he can have all those things, too. If he just reaches out to take them.
A pang hits my stomach, and it knocks the wind out of me for a second.
“What’s wrong?” he asks, his head jerking up as panic fills him. I cringe but shake my head. The pain I’ve been in all day, even last night, hits full force.
“Nothing,” I say, shaking my head, taking a step forward.
“Nora, what is wrong?” he demands.
“Nothing!” I snap, wrapping my arms around my tummy, but then we both sniff at the same time, and I cringe as he lets out a roar.
“You’re hurt!” he snaps, darting towards me. The ferocity in which he leapt to his feet caused his chair to flop to the floor, but he doesn’t seem to care about anything that’s not me.
With the tenderest hands that I’ve ever felt from him, he gently lifts me in his arms and starts to run out of the room. I don’t know where he’s taking me. There’s no hospitals nearby, something he’s made abundantly clear when joking about me stabbing him again.
But I also know I don’t need one.
Whilst unfortunate it would hit now, it’s very obvious what has been happening.
It’s obvious why I’ve been craving my other mates more.
He takes me to his bedroom, lays me on his bed, and grabs my t-shirts from his top drawer. He wraps them around me, tucking up his scent along with each of my other mates, and makes sure I’m comfortable.
His eyes rake over me, head to toe, as he assesses for wounds, bruises, or anything out of the ordinary.
“Where does it hurt?” he demands, and when I go to shake my head, he grips my chin firmly but not hurting me. “I’m not going to sit here and have you make excuses and try to dismiss this. Tell me where it hurts.”
“My tummy,” I say. He yanks my top, not being anywhere near as gentle as I’d have liked him to be, and scrutinises it with a weird look on his face.
“There’s no marks,” he says, frowning. “Did you bang it? Have you eaten something funny? Do you need to take a shit?”
