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Tatum calledme halfway through day seven of my grudge-holding.

Like usual, she didn’t beat around the bush.

“What’s going on between you and Bash?”

I blinked, my gaze fixed on my computer screen. I’d been tweaking my ads for too many hours in a row.

She couldn’t have known about my seduction plan, and there was no way he would’ve told anyone how he’d kissed me, so… she had to be talking about something else.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“Raf said he’s acting weird. Angrier than usual. Less rational. You told me not to fulfill any orders for him—I haven’t gotten any—so something has to be going on over there.”

Oh.

That.

I was silent for a moment. A long moment.

Finally, I said, “I opened the door a few days ago and found Cindy fromSweet Dreamson the doorstep.”

It was Tatum’s turn to go silent for a minute. “He’s sleeping with her?” she finally asked.

The idea made me feel violent. “I don’t know. She had hundreds of dollars worth of homemade candy in her hands, though. Apparently, he was getting weekly deliveries.”

“Bastard,” Tatum hissed. “Tell me you killed him so I don’t have to.”

“I didn’t kill him. He sent me a picture of the boxes in the trash bin, and the receipt of cancellation right after. I don’t think any more orders are coming.”

“Did he apologize?”

“He’s Bash. Of course he didn’t apologize.” I massaged my temples. “I need to get out of here, but he won’t let me leave without him. I’m at my wit’s end.”

“Sounds like he is too, if it’s any consolation.” Tatum sighed. “I’ll ask Raf to talk to him.”

“What good will that do?”

“You need a break. He’s hangry. A trip to a nightclub wouldn’t exactly be a win for you, but it would be better than staying stuck in your room. Besides, you know what happens when a demon gets too hungry, don’t you?”

I frowned. “No.”

“Sex dreams, Brynn. The sexiest sex dreams in existence. You do not want to experience them unless you have someone to have sex with immediately afterward. Even then, I don’t recommend them.”

I grimaced, squeezing my eyes shut.

How insulted would I feel if I went to a nightclub with him so he could feed on someone else’s lust?

Highly insulted.

But I sure as hell wasn’t going to climb in bed with him when he hadn’t even bothered apologizing to me.

“I’ll have Raf invite him for a night out. Miles and Zander will come too. It’ll be fun, B,” Tatum said.

I sighed. “Fine.”

We ended the call, and I leaned back against my bed’s headboard, closing my eyes.

I seriously wished I could’ve been a vampire at that point. Transforming might have even freed us from each other; Miles hadn’t been Zander’s mate until after she became a vampire.

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