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At least I hope so for all their sakes, as the dark four have a hard time dealing with separation.
“They will find out eventually.”
“Yeah,” he says and looks at me as I continue to caress his cheek, our gazes clashing, and warmth spreads through me at the love filling his brown eyes. “You scared me today,” he whispers, bringing me even closer to him, our lips inches apart.
“I got scared too,” I whisper, resting my forehead against his. “But I knew you’d save me.”
His hold on me tightens, and a raspy breath escapes him. “I should say something poetic and beautiful right now to explain what I feel deep down in my heart.” He leans back, tipping my chin up as a serious expression crosses his face. “However, poetic speeches were never one of my strong suits. I’m a cruel beast, after all.”
I frown. “You’re not.”
He gives me a lighter kiss on the mouth. “I’m a selfish villain, kitten, who captured a princess deserving of a prince. But you’re mine, and I will never allow anyone to take you away.” Another kiss. “I love you, Isla. Everything that I am belongs to you, and you light up my dark world in ways I never thought possible.” He wipes away the tears sliding down my cheeks. “We didn’t come into this marriage with perfect parents who adore us would help us raise our children. I’m sorry, kitten, that I can’t give you what Santiago gave to Briseis or Penelope gave to Remi. We came into this marriage as orphans, and we’ll stay orphans.” He removes the wayward strand of hair from my face. “I promise you, though, we’ll have our own perfect family.”
“It doesn’t matter to me,” I say, clearing my throat. “We have each other and everyone else. It’s more than enough.” For a girl who lost everything, finding the one man who accepted me the way he did and surrounded me with so much love and attention…is a dream come true. “I love you too, Octavius. I’m afraid I’m not much of a poet either,” I tease, and we share a laugh right as he threads his fingers in my hair, pulling me toward him and locking us in a deep and passionate kiss.
Our tongues stroke each other’s, and he claims my mouth anew with each brush of his lips, reminding me that we belong to each other and nothing matters as long as we’re together.
My man is a warrior, even if he believes otherwise, and I’m so happy I might burst right now.
Three knocks echo in the space, and we separate, gulping for breath. He winks at my protesting groan. “I promise you, kitten. Once we’re back home, I’ll own this body until you can’t think straight.” Warmth rushes through me, and I roll my tongue at him, earning me another kiss before he calls out, “Come in.”
“Do you own this hospital or something?” Granted, this spacious room with a huge window and a view of the Chicago nightlife speaks for itself. There is an expensive TV hanging on the wall, a couch with chairs, and even a coffee machine. Jazz music comes from the small radio and somehow manages to wipe away the hospital aesthetic.
If it wasn’t for the throbbing in my foot and the distinctive scents twitching my nose every other second, I could almost pretend I was in a hotel room.
He shrugs. “We have some shares in it, yes.”
“So you’re rich rich.” I sigh dramatically. “Every day, I discover new things about your wealth.” I don’t really care either way, though, and we both know it.
“We’re rich, kitten.”
I don’t have time to show my appreciation for his comment as the door opens, and I freeze because Diego enters.
He changed into jeans and a sweater, and while the clothes should soften his look or the dominance emitting from him in spades, it only adds to his dark aura, creating a rather suffocating environment around me.
I sit up on the bed, propping my back against the pillows while Octavius gets up, serving as a shield in front of me. “Diego,” he greets him. “Everything all right?”
“We handled the situation. That’s all you need to know.” His words leave no doubt that whatever happens with John and Grayson is none of our business from here on out, but I know he’ll punish them.
My twin brother must have had a fucked-up life as well if he does the shit the dark four do.
“Where is Florian?”
“He’s in the hallway.” A beat passes. “I’d like to speak to Isla alone, if you don’t mind.” I’m not sure how I’m supposed to feel at this moment because he’s asking my husband if it’s okay and not me.
What kind of logic is that?
Octavius turns to me and waits for my reply, and I nod. “I’ll be outside. You have ten minutes, Alvarez. Don’t upset my wife.”
The warning is loud and clear.
The minute the door shuts behind him, Diego focuses on me. His gray eyes drill into me, and I resist the urge to avoid his gaze because I don’t know how to act in his company or what to say.
This man…this man is my twin. We shared a womb together.
Yet he’s a stranger because I know nothing about him.
Seconds trickle by as we just stare at one another without uttering a word, and finally, he breaks the silence. “There are a lot of rumors about the Four Dark Horsemen. One of them being they force their wives into marriages.” His tone is emotionless, and I blink in surprise as it’s the last thing I expected to hear. “Were you forced into this marriage, Isla?”
