Page 191 of Exiled


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And I’ve got my cabin in the woods on the outskirts of town.

Mel’s quiet as she goes about pouring out our coffees. I add a bit of creamer to mine, while she fixes hers up all fancy with creamer, flavored syrup, and a dash of cinnamon.

I take a seat at the island, fitting my big ass body on the too small bar stools. Seriously, they clearly have only one body type in mind when they make these things.

Usually Mel takes up the other one, but instead, she just turns around, resting against the counter to face me from the other side of the island.

Not thinking much of it, I bring my coffee to my lips, blow on it, and take as big a sip as I can of the piping hot liquid. The drive is only about twenty-minutes, but it’s after midnight, and if anything, that impromptu nap just made me more tired.

Swallowing, I take another pull from my mug, when Mel says, “So who’s Sky?”

Coughing, I all but spit my coffee all over the room.

Mel winces through a smile. “Sorry.”

She’s totally not sorry.

Clearing my throat, I punch my chest, trying not to choke. Fuck, that’s hot. My chest is on fire, and I shake my head, setting the mug down.

“How did you…” I start to say, my voice raspy.

Mel arches a brow. “You said her name when I woke you up on the couch.”

All I can do is stare.

“So. Who is she?”

My mouth opens to correct her, but something holds me back, locking the words in my throat.

Mel cocks her head, her blonde curls bobbing against her shoulder.

Shit.She’s not gonna drop this.

“Just, uh, someone I once knew,” I say numbly, feeling like there’s sand in my heart, weighing it down with each word uttered.

Someone I knew.

Someone I fucking knew.

Her eyes narrow thoughtfully. “From Black Diamond?”

My eyes widen.

She hums, small smile playing at her lips. “Ah. I see now. So she’s the one.”

My brows slam down in a frown, and I shake my head, not understanding. “The one?”

“The one who broke your heart.”

And everything just sort of grinds to a halt.

I stare at her, paralyzed by what to say.

“Come on, Nol. We’ve known each other since we were kids. You can’t hide anything from me.” She chuckles, and I feel something wilt inside me.

Except I did…I am…

Her smile wavers, her humor fading. “Nol, what is it?” A beat passes, and she gives a little shake of her head. “You know I’m not…mad, right? Or hurt. I mean, back then, when you first came home, and it was clear you were…mourning something, it stung a little.”

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