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“That’s useful. It weakens her.”
“Yes.”
“And there are other people in her past… People who know how to hurt her. Every day I learn more and more about how to cause her pain.”
I harden at the very thought of her tears.
“Nice. It strikes me,” muses Vitaly. “That this girl is a point of weakness for your son. And that if he won’t see reason, we may need to shift our focus to her, not him.”
“That’s already begun,” I reply, staring at my tumbler of whiskey before downing the whole thing, relishing in the corrosive burn down my throat. “I was hoping that once she learns about the parts of him he hides, this bond they share will be broken… but I’m not so sure that will happen now. This feels… different.Hefeels different.”
“He’s contaminated by her, Landon.”
“That’s the problem,” I sneer, my jaw tightening. “He doesn’t see it that way. He thinks she frees him.”
“We don’t want our children free,” seethes Vitaly. “It weakens us, undermines our role. Our children must obey us. That’s how it works in decent families.”
“And he will. If I have to get to him through her, I’ll do it. By the time I’m finished with her, he’ll be on his knees, begging for me to let her go.”
60
Indigo
“But he doesn’t want to be with her now?” asks Fran as I stare at my phone, my head nestled onto the pillow on the king-size bed of the guestroom, illuminated only by the blue light of the small screen and the floodlight of the gibbous moon, only a day or two away from being full.
“So he says,” I reply with a sigh, waiting for Rami to pipe up with her opinions as she moves about in the background of the living room they share.
The three of us often have late-night chats and tonight, as they were both free, I asked if I could vent about dinner and how worthless it made me feel… even if I do know none of it was Grey’s fault.
I knew they’d be disapproving assholes so it shouldn’t bother me this much, except it plays into my fears. My heart has never ached for a man the way I want him, but my head is constantly telling me we’re an odd fit, that something’s wrong, something I don’t know about.
“I mean, it wasn’t his fault,” Fran says, her skin covered in a white clay face mask that crinkles when she talks. “It’s not like he knew she was gonna turn up.”
Fran is ever the optimist when it comes to romance, which is why I want to hear from Rami. She’s jaded and likes to batter me about with the realism stick when I float off into the clouds.
“I know. I just felt like such a freak around them. Like, I swear to God, I’ve had vibrators with more emotional and spiritual range than these people. They literally don’t have the capacity to even understand their kid’s basic needs or to see beyond physical appearance. It’s like dealing with the cult of the emotionally devolved.”
“Fuck ‘em,” barks Rami in the background. “They made you feel like shit. There’s no excuse for that. They can sit and spin for eternity as far as I’m concerned.”
“Or maybe,” I say, not wanting the words to come out, “it was wondering if Grey agreed with them that hurt.”
“I doubt he would,” replies Fran, her gorgeous ginger waves covering half the screen. “I mean, if he gave a shit about appearances, he wouldn’t have stalked you all over the DC area and repeatedly dragged you back to his cave.”
“Like some neanderthal with a hard-on,” deadpans Rami in the background, making me break into laughter for the first time since we got home. “Honestly, they can both sit on a cactus,” she continues, clearly riled up and in mama bear mode. “Do you want to be around people who make you feel inferior?Fuck that.What’s next? You’ll be wearing twinsets and pearls just to please them?”
“Like hell,” I spit out, though my outrage at the thought is muted as I realize I did dress exactly how I thought they’d want to see me tonight.
“Fuck that. Fuckthem. Honestly, after the crap you’ve been through, you don't need them. You don’t needhimfor that matter.”
Them?No, I don’t.
Buthim?
My mind is caught in some draft connecting my room to his, constantly drawn to the image of him lying in his bed, picturing the mass of his muscular body and whether it’s moving or still, whether he’s naked or clothed, awake or asleep.
“He's not the only talented dick you can feel safe with,” snipes Rami.
“He isn’t?”
