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I ran to him, crying into his chest, his heart… his answering shiver reassuring me. He kept one eye on the staircase and kissed my head. Then he backed away, scorn and revulsion in those amber eyes again.
“Get away from me, whore,” he hissed, and when I looked up, I saw where his eyes were focused.
Eric had appeared at the foot of the stairs, Caelan’s supernatural instincts serving him well.
“I only want to—” I played along.
“Shhhtt,” said Caelan, holding up a hand. “Tell it to someone who gives a damn about ye filthy hide.”
Caelan walked away into the kitchen and slammed the door.
Chapter Nineteen
He was insufferable for the rest of that day, either because he felt like punishing me, or, he was keeping up some sort of act for the purpose of making Eric believe our marriage was already done for. Caelan wouldn’t let me have Logan unless to feed him, and even then, he wouldn’t let me burp the kid, change him or much cuddle him, either. He had that look in his eye, as if to say,I’ve been away, so, I’m owed time with our kid, sort of thing.
Eric was scowled at constantly even as he came into the kitchen for food and drink to survive. Where was there to go?
None of us could go anywhere else, not yet.
It wasn’t safe.
I had a feeling Caelan had spoken with Harold before he got here, that’s how he was able to enter this castle and not break something—yet. He’d been prewarned.
My carelessness was catching up to me, I knew it.
I should’ve been more sick with myself, but I wasn’t.
Stained.
I’d always been stained.
Ever since that filthy prick had tried to mouth rape me.
Ever since I’d fought for my life.
And I’d done stuff throughout my twenties. Two men at once. Not as a threesome, but, stringing them along, playing with their emotions. This wasn’t entirely a new thing for me.
I’d played it back then for as long and as well as I could, until inevitably, a sloppy little text or something would unravel the whole thing. Guy No.1 would arrive at a bar to witness me with Guy No.2 and the stupidity ended… until I took up with new men, or a new man, stringing them along.
One time a man had actually tried to hurt himself because of me. That’s why, after that, I took to doing it abroad with colleagues. People I told myself I needed to keep sweet.
I’d always had a problem with letting someone in.
Scuppering it was better. Easier.
Love wasn’t my thing.
Pain was.
Even now.
Caelan thought he knew who I was. Not really. He’d barely scratched the surface.
When nightfall came, Caelan emerged from the suite carrying Logan down the stairs. I was trying to sort through my thoughts in the living room when I caught his silhouette against the moonlight. He’d got changed.
I immediately leapt from my seat and soon Eric was there, too. He’d crept in from the kitchen where he’d been pouring himself cup after cup of coffee, like that might calm him down.
“I’m coming with you,” said Eric, apparently with prior knowledge as to why my husband might be dressed in black combat clothes.
