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He used me first. And now he has a use for me. That’s a start. And I’m going to make the most of it. I’m going to use this opportunity to get to know him better. To give him a chance to get to know me, as well. Once he does, he’ll see just how much I’ve changed. He’ll see I’m serious about making it up to him. He has to. I’ll make sure he does.
"Fine, I’ll go." I tug my fingers through my hair so the last of my clips falls to the ground. Then turn to leave.
"Oh, and Sparrow?"
I pause.
"You have ten minutes."
8
Cade
That was yesterday. I gave her precisely ten minutes to meet my sister and distract her. Then I headed inside the ballroom and ran into Liam Kincaid, one of my classmates from the private school I went to. The school where I was the captain of the cricket team, the person who aced all the tests. The only kid who’d won a scholarship to that prestigious school. I’d been head and shoulders above any of my peers… Until that fateful day when she betrayed me.
I shake my head.Why is it that the more I try to forget her, the more I remember her past transgressions?The more I try to keep my distance from her, the more I’m pulled toward her. Maybe, this entire idea of insinuating myself back in her life is a mistake. I set out to hurt her, but maybe… I'm the one who’s going to be hurt instead.
I chin-jerked at Liam before heading up the stairs and toward the room where the hostess indicated I'd find Zara. As I neared the room, it became evident Liam and I were both headed toward the same destination. Liam told me he was headed to meet his wife, Isla, who was inside. I told him Zara was my sister. He seemed taken aback, then accepted it. I walked in on his heels, to find that Abby had already been and gone.
I spoke to Zara, made peace with Hunter, then left. I found Abby waiting by the exit. We headed toward where my limo was waiting for us. I dropped her home, and as much as I wanted to follow her in, I decided not to. I walked her to her apartment, made sure she was inside safely, then left.
I didn’t sleep much. Every time I closed my eyes, her big, sad face filled my vision. Goddamn. Clearly, I'm still attracted to her. Even after all these years, and knowing what she did to me, I find her eminently fuckable. I haven’t shagged her yet; perhaps, that’s why I'm thinking about her so much. Sure, I followed her career over the years, kept tabs on her, so I knew how she looked. But seeing her in real life was a punch to the gut. She's so much more gorgeous, so much more ethereal, so much more perfect in real life.
And that's all the more reason to ensure I have my revenge. Once I do, I can leave. Turn my back on her and never have to think of her again. Maybe, that’s when I’ll finally be able to move forward with my life.
My phone buzzes. I sit up in bed, snatch my phone and see the number. It’s not one I recognize. I hesitate, then accept the call.
"Hello?"
There’s a crackling sound, then: "King, is that you?"
"Knight?" I swing my legs over the side of the bed. "Where are you calling from?"
"You know I can’t tell you that."
I laugh. "Of course, you can’t. On a top-secret mission then, I take it?"
"My lips are sealed, but I wanted to call you and find out how you are."
I frown.Does he know that I reconnected with his sister?I know Knight and Abby stay connected, but he and I never speak about Abby. As far as Knight is concerned, Abby and I fell out after that incident in high school and we haven’t spoken to each other since. Which we hadn’t. Until a few days ago, that is.
"You don’t have to get all suspicious on me." I hear the smirk in his voice. "I’m simply being a good friend and calling to make sure you aren’t overdoing the party scene."
"Me, and party?" I respond innocently.
He laughs again. "There’s not one innocent bone in your entire body, King. And since you’re not denying it outright—"
"I was at a party last night," I admit.
"I knew it. How was it? Good whiskey, I take it? And beautiful girls, no doubt?" His voice sounds wistful.
"Do you miss it?" I run my fingers through my hair. Strange, how I’ve never really taken the time to ask him how being on the British Secret Service actually panned out for him. At least, I assume he's on a government mission. I know he's one of a handful of elite professionals trained by the army to execute special missions. Whether that makes him a soldier, or something more than that—my guess is the latter—is not something he’s ever shared. And I won’t ask. The man has enough on his shoulders. I don’t want to add to whatever weight he's already carrying.But you’d make his sister’s life miserable?I rise to my feet and begin to pace. "Do you, Knight? If you don’t want to tell me that’s fine—"
"I miss it. More than the lifestyle, I miss the softness of a woman."
I blink. That’s more than he’s let on in the past. It’s the first time he’s given me the tiniest glimpse into what his life is like. "You have a girlfriend?"
He laughs. "With my nomadic life, not likely. And when I’m on a mission, no way, can I risk being involved with someone. It would only put them in danger." He blows out a breath.
