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This is a dream, I know it, and if I only have limited time with her, I’m going to fucking take it.
With the room now silent, the petite woman turns to face me, bright blue eyes staring at me from behind the black lace masquerade mask.
“Hello, King.” Her sweet voice fills the room, choking me and sending chills down my spine.
My eyes widen, and my fingers twitch with the desperate need to touch her before my dream ends and I wake up, losing her again. “Butterfly,” I rasp, reaching a hand out toward her.
Tate takes my hand and steps down from the platform stage. When she’s in front of me, I take a moment to appreciate her body and allow my eyes to look her over from head to toe, admiring her petite figure and the sexy red lace lingerie she’s wearing, which barely covers her beautiful body.
Reaching behind her head, I untie the mask, letting it float to the floor. I want to look at her face and admire her for as long as I can before I wake up.
My eyes sting with unshed tears, and my vision becomes glossy as I stare at her. With her in front of me, I tangle my hands in her short hair, grabbing fistfuls of her vanilla coconut-scented hair.
Her touch feels so fucking real, and I’d give anything to have her in my arms forever.
“Butterfly.” I sigh, pressing my forehead against hers.
Tate wraps her arms around my waist, keeping our bodies pressed together.
“I know I’m dreaming, but fuck. I miss you so much.” I can’t keep my eyes off her. Seeing her again is something I’ve been desperate for. When I dream about her, I replay memories we’ve shared, but I can never feel her. Her touch feels distant, but this time it’s warm, and I can feel her and smell her. This is different than any other dream I’ve had about her.
“You’re not dreaming, King. I’m really here.” She pulls back, her clear ocean eyes connecting with mine.
“That’s not possible. You’re dead.” My fingers mindlessly play with her new hair, and suddenly it registers. Her hair is different. My butterfly had long black hair with bangs down to her eyebrows.
If her hair is different and I can feel and smell her, that must mean she’s here, and I’m not dreaming.
Gasping, I step back, holding her at arm’s length. “How is this possible?”
Sighing, she takes my hand and leads me toward the couch. She sits down, pulling me on the sofa cushion next to her. “I’m alive, King. I’m here.”
“How is that possible?” I lose the battle with my emotions and allow my tears to be set free and roam down my face freely.
“I’m guessing Rowen didn’t say anything to you.” At the mention of my brother’s name, my skin turns cold.
“What the fuck are you talking about, butterfly? You better tell me everything.”
With a sigh, she turns to face me and opens her mouth, telling me how she saw Rowen two weeks ago when he was the first to learn that she was alive. She tells me about her friend, who I know as Travis, and explains how he saved her from the burning house when we thought she was dead.
“Rowen knew you were alive. Did he know that you have a kid, too?” I scoff, quickly standing to my feet, and begin pacing the room.
“No, that part he didn’t know.”
“Why the fuck would you not come to me? Why did you tell him and not me?” I ask, my eyes pleading with hers. I wonder if she ever loved me as much as I love her.
“I was at Rachel’s when you and Rowen showed up. When you left, I followed you both back to the hotel. I didn’t know who to tell. But you got off the elevator first, so I told him. I was going to tell you, but to be honest, I didn’t trust either of you,” she explains calmly. I’m a mess after learning that my love is alive when I’ve spent three months mourning her.
Meanwhile, the entire time she’s been alive and well and has been shacked up with Ace, who I also trusted when I believed that his name was Travis.
“Did you move Rachel Hollis somewhere else?” She nods, confirming what I already assumed when I asked. “Why?”
“Because I know that you guys were sent a photo of them, and I couldn’t risk either of you doing something stupid.”
My eyes widen, fury flowing through my veins. “What the fuck do you think we would’ve done to that woman and child?”
“You went to them for a reason. Obviously, you and Rowen had a plan in place, or else you guys never would’ve visited them.” I blink, but she continues, “I didn’t know your plan, but I needed to get them away and keep them safe.”
“I understand. You have to protect your child.” She sighs at the realization that I know her secret. I know about her connection to Rachel and Olivia Hollis. “Yeah, I know. Ro and I know that you have a living child. What I don’t understand is why you never told either of us. We shared so much, yet you failed to mention you have a daughter.”
