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“I see.” The elevator dings and the doors open, but he doesn’t move to exit. I step forward, standing on the threshold before turning to face him.

The man’s eyes leave my face and drop to my scar. “Damn. That’s nasty.”

“Yeah, it is.” My head tilts down to look at the mark she left on me. “Seems that you weren’t the only one she held a knife to. And if you decide to pursue her again, I’ll make you regret ever making that decision.”

His spine straightens. Those drunk, heavy eyes growing wide.

“I won’t. She’s all yours.”

Nodding once, I leave him and walk down the hall, smirking because he’s right.

She is all mine.

CHAPTER 33

Leo

As I walk inside my apartment, the silence is deafening. I figured maybe Veronica would have chosen to sit on the couch or at the island while waiting for me to return.

Assuming she decided to go back to her apartment to be alone, I glance back at her door before shutting my own and locking it. A puff of air leaves me once I’m locked inside my apartment.

What a fucking night.

I fill a glass with water, drink the whole thing in one go, and then put it in the sink. Sleepily walking to my bedroom, I halt when I see a lump under my covers. Heading to the right side of the bed, I see Veronica lying there with the comforter tucked under her chin.

Her eyes are still open, staring straight forward until I kneel at the side of the bed and come into her view. Her gaze snaps up to me, and she offers the tiniest smile.

“When I said we’d get you to bed, I meant your own.”

“I don’t want to be alone tonight,” she mutters quietly. A hand pokes out from beneath the comforter, clutching the top of it and pulling it back. Her naked body lies underneath, causing me to suck in a sharp breath. “Sleep with me. Like old times.”

I avert my gaze from her bare body, bringing it up to her face.

Like old times.

The countless nights I snuck her into my room at the asylum. Where I would fuck her senselessly and then cuddle with her for a little until she had to be back with the others.

Giving in, I slip into bed and cover myself up. Veronica scoots closer to me, getting so close that I extend my arm for her to lay her head on my chest. How have we gone from me stirring up her life with my antics to snuggling?

“How was your date?” The distaste is evident in her sleepy tone.

After tonight’s events, I completely forgot about my date with Rachel. “It was fine.”

“Fine enough that there will be a second?”

“Would you be jealous if there was a second date?” As I ask, I realize my hand has blindly started caressing her back.

At the end of the date, Rachel and I agreed that this was the only one we would go on. She said something about me obviously still being hung up on someone. When she told me this, she meant with Veronica. Or Camille. She understands there is history, and I didn’t have the energy to tell her otherwise.

“Yes,” Veronica mumbles.

The truth leaving her mouth confuses me but also fills me with unwanted warmth. Veronica never admitted she was jealous in the past, so this new version of her peeking out from the shadows is surprising.

“Why would you be jealous when you have Slater?” The name rolls off my tongue with disgust, and I don’t miss how her body stiffens slightly. “Or you have the option of that douchebag that lives in this apartment building.”

She lifts her head from my chest, twisting it to look at me. “Aiden?”

“Fitting name.”