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I should have told her months ago, I just couldn’t bear the thought of losing her.
“You should get going soon,” Nera says.
I lift my head from where it’s resting on her stomach and look up at her. “You trying to get rid of me?”
We’re lying on the couch in her darkened living room, the only light coming from a Diptyque candle she has lit. We’ve been here for a couple of hours, relaxing and talking quietly, doing nothing else except enjoying each other's company.
She laughs, running her hand through my hair. “Never, but you’re going to miss your flight.”
“It leaves in four hours, I have time,” I answer, putting my head back down on her stomach and closing my eyes. “Now let me take one last nap in my favorite place before I don’t see you for ages.”
“You’re going to be gone three days, Tristan.”
“And I’m not happy about it.”
I know she smiles even though I can’t see it.
“I’ll be here when you get back.”
I tilt my head up and meet her gaze, brushing her nose with my index finger. “You better.”
Before she can answer, the door to her apartment bursts open and her friends pile through, followed closely by their boyfriends.
Immediately, I can tell something is wrong. The girls have an anguished look on their faces and the guys slant murderous looks at me.
Nera freezes with her hands in my hair.
“What’s wrong?” she asks.
She pushes me off and joins her friends by the door. There’s concern in her voice as she grabs Six’s hands and repeats, “What’s wrong? Tell me.”
Sixtine’s eyes slide over her shoulder to meet mine, anger flaming bright in her irises, and I know.
Oh, fuck.
“Nera,” I start, taking a step towards her.
“Stay right where you are, wanker,” Rhys bites out.
“Rhys!” Nera exclaims, shocked.
Rogue comes forward, putting his body between me and her. I see the confusion on her face in the background as he levels an icy look at me.
“I ran a background check on you,” he announces, his voice dripping with ire.
“What?”
Dread twists my insides, making it hard to breathe.
Not like this.
I never wanted her to find out like this. I can feel all the control I have over the situation being yanked through my fingers and I’m grasping, desperately grasping, to hang onto it.
“Nera,” I try again. “Nera, look at me.”
She does and the look tells me that she’s outraged on my behalf. Now that she trusts me, she won’t be so easily swayed away from my side. Her loyalty lies in stark contrast to my betrayal, making me feel like the worst of traitors.
“Why would you do that, Rogue? You had no business violating his privacy like that.”
