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Memories of my time with her last night play out in my mind, swirling with the fear I have that it could have been our last time. If it was our last time, then it shouldn't have been like that. Sasha shouldn't have been passed out in the same bed while I said goodbye to the girl who owns me, who fucking holds my heart in the palm of her hands, so she can be with another man.
A soft knock sounds out on my bedroom door, but I ignore it. I don't want to see or talk to anyone despite the fact that I'm not going to have a choice in just over an hour. I'm expected to be dressed and ready to escort his highness to this fucking ceremony.
I think of the arrogant fuck and imagine him in his room right now with a satisfied smirk on his face, knowing that he's about to win. He's about to take the only thing in this world I give a fuck about and rub it in my face.
I'm going to be forced to live here with them, to see them together every single fucking day. Any other couple would get their own place, like Tim and Fawn, but not the fucking king himself. He's staying in his fucking castle so he can lord it over me.
The door pushes open despite the fact that I didn't invite whoever it was in before it quickly clicks shut again.
"Hey," a familiar voice says. I can hear the understanding in Channing’s tone, but I don't look over even though his concerned eyes are boring into me. "How are you doing?"
"This is bullshit," I spit. "There's got to be a way we can stop it."
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sp; "Trust me, Bex. If there was anything, I'd have told you by now. I don't want this for either of you. I just got off the phone with Phillip though, and he's ordered me to trail them back here—"
"But we're all going to the Cargills’," I interrupt, already dreading the party that Ashton is throwing in celebration for his best friend.
"You all are. I've been instructed to make my excuses and to come back here to keep an eye on her."
"What the fuck are they expecting him to do?" I bark, pushing from the bed until I'm sitting once more.
"They don't know. That's the problem."
Running my hand through my hair to get it out of my eyes, I stare up at Channing. "What the fuck was the deal you made with them exactly?"
His lips part to respond, and I can already hear his refusal to explain in my ears like he has done every other time I've asked… but today he must take pity on me, because instead of refusing, he comes to sit next to me.
He rests his elbows on his knees and stares straight ahead. "Phillip is worried about Cade and where his head is at, and his intentions for Mia… for the future."
"Well yeah, he's a fucking psycho."
"Agreed. But I think this runs deeper than we’ll ever know. Gregory Kingsley was always an advocate of the old ways… The blood rituals and ceremonies. I think Q thought with him gone, they could keep Cade on the straight and narrow, mold him into their puppet."
"Well, that was a huge fucking failure."
"Gregory has been dead for years, but Cade is just like him. Cold, cruel, callous." Channing runs a hand down his face.
"What have you and Mia got to do with all of this?"
"Mia, I've no idea. Maybe they think she can tame him or some shit. Whatever it is, it's fucked up, and she doesn't deserve it. Me? Well, I want out and they need a snitch, so…"
"You're spying on him?" I blurt.
"In not so many words. I think there’s a divide in Q. Phillip wants hard proof that Cade’s taking things too far before he takes it to the rest of the elders. They need him. I don’t know why, but he’s important. That much is obvious.
“If I help them, I get my freedom and Phillip’s blessing to be with Sasha. Well, if they uphold their end of the deal. I don't trust a single word that comes out of their mouths, to be honest."
I contemplate telling Channing what I learned from James, but something stops me. Until I know exactly who all the moving pieces are, I don’t want to reveal my hand too soon.
"You don’t even trust your Uncle Harrison?" I ask.
"Especially him. He's proved time and time again that he's an untrustworthy cunt. Just look at what he's done to Alex and Hadley."
Fuck, Hadley.
"What's wrong?" Channing asks, clearly seeing my expression change.
