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“Wow.”
“As much as I love that he did that, I’m not one for family drama, so I’d rather they fix things sooner rather than later. For Rowan’s sake at least. He pretends he doesn’t care about Declan being angry, but I know him. He loves his brother.”
“If it means anything, I think Declan misses him too.”
“More like he misses picking on his baby brother.”
Cal steps out of the living room. “Declan found someone else to torture now, so I think we’re safe from his wrath, so long as Iris puts out.”
I choke on my inhale. “Who said anything about that?”
“I caught you kissing earlier.”
Zahra’s eyes widen. “You kissed him.”
My cheeks burn as I look away.
“Oh my God. We need to talk. Now.” She drags me toward the stairs, but I make a quick detour so I can grab two mimosas. I have a feeling we are going to need some alcohol for this conversation.
* * *
Zahra and I make our way to my room with our drinks in hand. For the first time since I moved into the house, I finally use the sitting area by the huge window.
“Nice room. It’s a lot different than what I expected,” she says as she looks around.
“The dungeon is being cleaned so this was the next best thing.”
She laughs. “Sorry. I tend to talk out loud sometimes and forget my manners.”
I take a sip of my drink. “Don’t worry. I’m sure you’re curious about everything.”
Her whole face lights up. “Yes! I’ve been dying to ask you about your fake marriage, but your wedding didn’t seem like the most appropriate place.”
“For legal purposes, I have to tell you not to repeat this conversation to anyone.”
She snorts. “Does that spiel actually work on any of your friends?”
I shrug. “I wouldn’t know. Besides Cal, who already knows everything, I don’t have any.”
Her bottom lip juts out. “That’s sad.”
I sigh. “It’s old news.”
“Is it?”
“I thought we came up here to talk about my marriage.” My deflection would make Declan proud.
She clinks her glass against mine before taking a sip. “Touchy subject. Got it.”
I instantly feel bad for being snippy. “Sorry. I don’t mean to come off rude.”
“Don’t worry about it. I’m not here to judge you.”
“Not even a little bit?”
“What for?”
I look around my room. “You don’t find my situation a little…weird?”
