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He steamrolls right over me. “And I bought into it. Into your pitiful act.” He’s so furious. So cold. “I felt sorry for you.”

“Don’t say that.” I can’t bear for him to think so little of me. Or pretend that what we had wasn’t real. I dash away the tears that drip down my jaw. Stare into his eyes.Please see that I’m still the same girl you love.I fucked up. I messed up.

I should have told him about Alec sooner. I should have told him this morning. I was ready to tell him when Rogue and Summer left a couple of hours ago… but I just couldn’t bring myself to give up the time we’ve spent loving on each other. It was selfish to want to hold onto the bubble of bliss we’d built around us. Still, I couldn’t bring myself to give it up.

The memories might be all I have of him…

“I’m still the same person you made love to all day.” The same girl he considered good enough to fall for. “You said I was a fighter.”

“You’re a backstabbing bitch,” he says coolly. His eyes flash with anger. “Rebel was right not to trust you. I stood up for you against my own twin. Convinced him you were trustworthy.”

“I am. You can trust me.” I beg him to believe me with every fiber of my being. My normal instinct would be to run but I can’t not fight for us. I love him so much. “I hate Alec too. Everything I told you about my brother is true. The way he used to scare me. The things he did to me.”

“You should have told me who he was,” he snaps as he drops my hand. “Get your things together and get the fuck out.”

“Rogue, please.” I cry harder. My heart is breaking. There has to be something I can say. Something I can do. I knew it would hurt, but this is so much worse than I was prepared for.

“Leave.” His voice chills me to the core. The finality of us rings in my ears as he walks out of the room. “Just leave.”

I glance down at my hands. I hold them out in front of me, fingers curled up, like I’m holding the broken and bloody pieces of my heart in them. What am I supposed to do now… without him? How do I just pretend like I’m not bleeding internally? I should have told him from the start, but he won’t even let me explain.

My shoulders shake as I collect my purse and phone and glasses from around the apartment. The tears fall harder. So hard it takes all my strength just to keep breathing and moving.

Something crashes against the bedroom wall. Hard.

I flinch. The remnants of whatever it was clatter and thud.

“Fuck,” he screams.

I start toward the bedroom. Only stumble a couple of steps before I stop. I want to go to him. I want to crawl into his arms and beg him to forgive me. Like I’ve done a million times in my dreams. Plead with him not to give up on us just because I’m related to a monster.

But that isn’t what he wants. And I can’t make him love me. I can’t make him forgive me.

No matter how much I want him to.

Chapter Twenty-Six

Rogue

I can’t shake the anger radiating from my chest. I feel like a broken furnace someone’s cranked the thermostat all the way up on just to see if I’ll explode.

Her footsteps retreat.

After a few minutes of silence I know she’s left the apartment. Out of my life. Gone for good.

It’s what I want.

My back slides the wall as I sink to the floor. I never want to see her face again. Can’t stand to even see it in my mind. Her brown eyes and peach lips and freckles. God, but I can still smell her on me. Always so damn sweet.

I twist the lid off my second bottle of whisky—the first soaked into the carpet when I threw it at the wall before I’d even opened it—and try to wash the bitterness from my throat with half the bottle before I wipe the back of my hand across my mouth. It doesn’t take the vision of her away.

I want to drink until I black out. I want the bliss of not remembering today. I wish I could forget it all. How she looked when she told me how she felt. The way we made love then fucked then made love again. How I believed she was truly with me… in love with me… mine. How I figured we could work it out as long as she could forgive me for that mess last night.

But she’s the one who screwed us. She fucked me over. Fucked my brothers over. My friends. I brought her into our inner circle. I took her to Ro’s place in the middle of a crisis. Jesus, how could I not see?

She’s the one who should be begging for forgiveness for betraying me. If any of it even meant anything to her in the first place.

What a fucking joke. Ivy is Alec Hawthorne’s sister. She’s been playing me this whole time. Spying on us. Making me believe in her. Fall for her. Love her. Then telling him everything.

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