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“I know. I just mean that I’m in his space, and he’s clearly moved on. He’s already met this woman’s mother, for oracle’s sake. At this point, he’s probably been with her longer than he was with me.”
When Dixon said nothing, she rolled over. “Oh gods, he has been with her longer, hasn’t he?”
Dixon did not answer.
“So…he started screwing the first woman he found the night we broke up?”
He shook his head.
“Does he love her?”
He shook his head again, far too quickly.
“Oh gods, they’ve been together before. Katia is an ex-lover?”
Dixon nodded, his eyes heavy. Katia is Fry’s little sister. She and Tristan dated several years ago, but they broke up when she went off to college.
“So distance, rather than an argument?”
They never argue.
Lila wondered what that was like. Probably very similar to the relationships she’d had in the past. She rarely argued with lovers. Things were always so easy with other highborn.
Then again, those relationships involved little more than sex.
“College? Her family comes from the well-off workborn?”
No. She won a scholarship. A full ride.
“So she’s smart, younger, and has fewer responsibilities. I bet they get to see each other all the time.”
Another moan filled the air. Katia called out for Tristan, just as Lila had done once.
Even when she’d been with La Roux.
He didn’t have to bring her here. He had to know. He’s being an ass.
Dixon shifted as though he might get up, but Lila clung to his chest. “No. Don’t go.”
He curled his arm around her, not budging as another moan broke through the quiet.
On one hand, she now understood how Tristan claimed to feel the night of the Closing Ball, knowing she’d be with another, knowing there wasn’t a damn thing he could do about it. Even if he and Katia moaned together just to make an heir, it didn’t make it sting any less.
He’d told her once that she wasn’t like the other highborn, that she didn’t have room in her heart for many lovers at one time. It wasn’t until that moment that she thought he might be right. Perhaps her previous lovers hadn’t been lovers at all, or perhaps Tristan had been something entirely different.
A man filled with lies.
She couldn’t get away from that. How he’d claimed that he loved her, that he’d needed her, that he couldn’t be without her, that he’d do anything to keep her. Then he’d quickly traded her in for someone else a few days later. While she’d been miserable without him in her little cottage, he’d been fine and happily bedded.
If he hadn’t been lying, then she must have been quite easy to get over. She’d never been all that special at all.
The whole situation was far too embarrassing for words.
Lila cuddled deeper into Dixon’s shoulder. “Tristan was right about me picking the highborn over him, but he’s wrong that they’ll save me. No one will. My father won’t. My mother won’t. The day before the story broke, I found out something about her, about my sister. I used it against my mother to get my mark back. Part of the reason why she wanted me to become prime was to protect me from this. If I had taken my position officially, I might have been spared. She tried to protect me, but I bit her hand and walked away.”
Will she help you now?
