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Now I do.

Because I am in love for the first time in my life.

And I can handle Belinda being angry with me.

I can handle her yelling.

I can even handle being magically launched through a second-story doorway and getting my ass tangled in a century's worth of other people's hopes and dreams.

What I can't handle is the memory of tears in those beautiful brown eyes.

And knowing I wasn't the one she turned to when they came.

I fucked up.

And now my promised won't speak to me.

My mate doesn't trust me enough to let me help her.

And for the first time in my forty years, I have absolutely no fucking idea how to make things right with the woman I love.

The woman I love.

Fuck, there it is again.

That should scare the shit out of me. Instead, it feels like the truest thought I've ever had.

I love Belinda Ramos.

And right now, I don't know if she's okay.

So, yeah.

I'm fucking furious.

But mostly?

I'm concerned about her.

And I’m sitting here with these morons trying to figure out my next move. Meanwhile, My inner Devil is growling like a sonovabitch.

Good luck with that.

Chapter 21

Damian

“You done?” I growl.

“No,” Owen says.

“Almost,” Megan adds.

I glare at my supposed best friend.

He grins.

Asshole.