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Then she pulls away.
"I miss you," I whisper.
She just sighs, and murmurs under her breath, "Maybe that's something you're going to have to get used to."
***
Aside from the total cold shoulder Damien has given me since the day he saw me with Clarissa, my other brothers are mostly on speaking terms with me again. Kylian, if anything, he's been around more than usual, but also, as I predicted, he's no help as to how I can get Damien to thaw out. But as someone who is dating his best friend's little sister, and almost got killed in the process, I'm not sure I would take any advice he has to heart, anyway.
Kingsley does talks to me, but only about work, and to remind me to work things out with Damien.
Er, thanks, big bro. I hadn't thought of that.
I've called, texted, emailed, sent messages through Melissa, Damien's assistant, basically everything but carrier pigeon. At this point, I wouldn't rule it out, though.
There's only one more way to get to him.
My-Linh.
Neither of them were at last week's Wednesday meeting. That's the only time one of us has missed a meeting other than when Kylian was lying in a hospital bed. While I wish Damien was returning my calls, I never ever want to experience what I felt when Kylian was hooked up to all those machines.
I call My-Linh and she answers on the second ring.
"Matthias." Just my name. But she answers.
"Hey, honey, how have you been?"
"Um, okay, you know. Wedding's this weekend." Her sweet voice sounds sad rather than tired. And if it's because of me, I don't know what to do with myself.
"I'll be there, My-Linh."
"You will, Matthias?" Her voice lightens, lifts. Hopeful.
"I'm really s—"
"Who is that?" I hear Damien's voice in the background. "Is that him? Give me the phone, My-Linh."
"But..." she starts but never finishes.
There's a scuffle on the other line, and I hear her sigh in the background.
"Why are you calling My-Linh?" Damien growls into the phone.
It instantly makes me defensive. "Why not? She's about to be my sister. I love her. I haven't gotten to talk to her in weeks because you won't come to the Wednesday meeting. And I miss you too, asshole. I wanted to talk to you."
He scoffs, I can see his fucking face all screwed up in that grumpy fuck way that he has. "If I wanted to talk to you, I would've picked up your calls, answered your texts, replied to your email."
"Well, you're really going to love the carrier pigeon coming."
He pauses. "Don't do it." He wouldn't put it past me. It tickles me he knows me that well.
"Come on, man. We need to talk," I urge him.
"Don't call My-Linh again. She has a heart; she might actually answer."
"Bro, it's the week of your wedding, can't we—"
He cuts me off. He doesn't want to hear it. "Come. Don't come. It's up to you. My-Linh and everyone will want to see you. But stay the fuck away from me."
