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‘So she was right. You are scared? Theron—’ Lykos started, but Theron interrupted, not wanting to hear what his friend had to say.
‘No. I’m done. With the lot of you,’ Theron said, turning away and grabbing his suit jacket.
‘Then you are not the man I thought you were,’ Lykos accused.
Theron paused. Jaw clenched, hands fisted, all that anger and hurt so very close to the surface.
‘I called you because I knew she was pregnant. I called you because I knew how much you cared for her and I knew how much you would love both her and your child. But love isn’t anything without faith. And I was hoping she’d have taught you that.’
‘Faith?’
The words so familiar, bound up in a one-hundred-and-fifty-year-old treasure hunt that had nothing to do with him, struck a chord and held him still.
‘Faith that it’s worth it. Faith that her love for you is more powerful than the hurt that youmightfeel,’ Lykos demanded.
While faith can’t be seen, it can be felt.
Theron shook the words from his memory.
‘And you love her?’
‘Yes, of course,’ he admitted, his head bowed.
‘Then you are a fool and you don’t deserve her at all.’
Theron rounded on Lykos, fury spreading through his chest.
‘No,’ Lykos pressed. ‘You don’t get to have it both ways. You can’t love her and turn your back on her and your child because you’re scared, Theron. Be better than my parents. Be better than me, dammit, and I swear...if I have to say one more soppy thing to get you to realise that you need to go back and fight for her, I’ll kill you myself,’ he finished, angrily throwing his hands into the air and turning to pour himself another drink.
Theron couldn’t help the laugh that launched from his chest, cutting through the tension and the anger. It cracked something within him, letting something free. Something powerful, strong, bright and healing.
‘I’m not joking, Theron. If you tell anyone what I’ve just said, I’ll hunt you down,’ Lykos threatened, pointing at him with his whisky glass. ‘Sit down,’ he ordered.
‘Why?’
‘Because you need a plan.’
‘A plan?’
‘Do I have to do everything for you, brother? To win her back, of course.’
The sisters crept through the tunnel, Summer in the lead, jumping at every little sound, and laughing at themselves.
‘Why is this so creepy?’ Star asked in a whisper.
‘Why are you whispering?’ Skye asked, also in a whisper.
Summer felt the childlike giggle rumble in her chest. She felt drunk. Drunk on love and excitement—all the more sweet for the underlying ache that felt as if it would always be there until Theron came back to her.
If.
No. She wouldn’t think like that.
She held the key in one hand and the torch in the other and came to a stop, her sisters stumbling a little.
‘Aren’t we on the other side of Catherine’s bedroom?’
‘Yup,’ Summer confirmed with a smile.
