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She chuckles. “Why not? It’s what everyone wants. Andrea wants me back. He doesn’t want to hurt my pregnant sister. Beckett, Gage, Hayes—they all want her back. You want her back. And I—”
“No, you don’t want to go back to him.”
“I want to be with Andrea, not you.”
I study every feature of her face. Her pupils are locked on mine and still the same shade of dark brown. They don’t dilate or look away, as if she’s hiding something. Her lips are soft. Her cheeks are the same shade of pink as always. Her hands don’t tremble. Her legs don’t shake. She’s not looking at me with any desire or lust or fear. There’s nothing to show me how she really feels.
My brain flutters back to earlier, when she seemed to willingly let Andrea fuck her.
Fuck.
She could be pregnant with his baby. If she is, no matter what she wants, Vincent and the others will force her to stay with him.
“I love Andrea,” she says.
My eyes flick back to her in harsh realization.
“I shouldn’t.” She sounds ashamed. “But I do. I loved Kit, and now I love Andrea. We bonded in the moments when I was grieving. When he let me get my revenge. When he taught me how to use a gun—how to fight back.” Her voice breaks.
It’s real emotion.
Real.
And yet, I still don’t believe her. Maybe I’m deluding myself because I can’t handle the truth. But before we consider giving her back to Andrea, I need to be sure she loves him and not me. If not, then I’m risking her life to save Ri’s. And I won’t allow that. We’ll find a way to save them both. I just don’t know if Rialta needs saving yet or not.
“Prove it,” I say.
Her eyelashes flutter. Is she holding back tears?
“Prove that you don’t love me, that you love him.”
“How?”
Andrea fucking her floods my memories.
Her moans.
Her legs spread.
Her wanting.
Was it real?
My brain can’t remember her reactions. I can’t remember if her moans were fake or real. I can barely even remember how he fucked her. Everything about that moment is foggy. Did it even really happen, or did my mind conjure up that moment in my nightmares?
That’s when the idea hits me. It’s risky, but it’s the only way I can think to test her.
“By fucking Hayes.”
Chapter 10
Rialta
What game is Lennox playing at? What he’s asking makes no sense. Does he have a concussion? Has he gone insane? Is he trying to punish me for loving someone else?
“You’re a monster,” I growl.
“You already knew that,” he grins.
