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The wall of her, Des and Weston stared at Rune.
Rune took their glares, not begging for forgiveness, not claiming innocence. If he was to be condemned for everything he’d done, he was to take the judgement with integrity. With owning the choices he’d made.
Even if it would cost him everything.
She’d never loved him more.
She’d never hated him more.
Her bottom lip quivering, she managed to force words from her tongue that she needed—but was loath—to say.
“Get the hell out of this house, Rune.”
{ Chapter 25 }
Dodging the middle-of-the-night carriages, Rune stepped across the street in front of Weston’s townhouse, moving into the square. He stopped for a moment, his hands gripping the black wrought-iron rail that lined this portion of the gardens.
Heaving a suffocating breath, his head dropped and he bent over, his eyes closed.
He needed to talk with Elle alone.
The only thing he’d wanted since Des and Weston had dragged him back here. The only reason he’d come.
For that slight chance he could get her alone.
But Des and Weston weren’t about to let that happen. He knew how protective Des was about his family. He knew his friends now hated him.
Rightfully so.
There wasn’t anything he could say or do to erase the past and what he’d hidden from them. What he’d allowed to happen to them. There’d be no forgiveness for him on that score.
But with Elle—he’d try—try anything and everything to get her alone. He didn’t need her forgiveness. He didn’t need her to give him a chance.
He just needed her to know one thing.
She was everything.
The only thing.
No matter if she ever forgave him, ever saw him again, he needed her to know that. Above the box. Above everything he’d sworn to do. She was everything.
He heaved a breath into his lungs, the thick air of London settling deep into his chest.
Pain throbbed along his jaw with every heartbeat, along the dagger wounds in his thigh. Pain he fought. Pain he couldn’t allow himself to acknowledge.
Pain was nothing.
Elle was everything.
Turning around, he stared at the windows of Weston’s townhouse. Stared at the shadowed figures moving about in the lower drawing room they’d just been standing in.
He needed to talk to Elle.
And he wasn’t going anywhere until that happened.
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“Is he still out there?”
