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She shrugs, and I add that to the massive list of things I will punch him for one day.
Ashton and Iris meet us halfway, and I breathe a little easier when they seem relaxed and happy to see us.
“Hey, man. Glad you could make it,” Ashton says to me.
“Isabel?” Iris asks in surprise. “Wait, are you two together?”
I have no idea how to answer that, but I don’t have to when Isabel’s hand tightens around mine.
“Yes,” she says. “Pierce and I broke up.”
Ashton swings his gaze back to me with a low whistle. “Oh boy. Now, I get it.”
“That he’s a total prick?” Iris says. I bite back a smile when she shrugs at Ashton’s warning look. “What? You hate him even more than I do.”
Ashton shakes his head, but amusement tugs at his lips.
“No offence, Isabel, but we could never figure out why you were dating him,” Iris says. “You were way too good for him.”
Uh-oh. I sense Iz’s tension, and run my thumb over hers.
“It’s hard to explain,” she mumbles. “He was great at first. I didn’t understand who he really was until it was too late.”
“And then you felt trapped, right?” Iris asks with a sympathetic expression. “He’s a snake. It’s what he does.”
“We’d been fighting constantly even before Tristan came into the picture,” Isabel says. “I don’t think he even wants me. He just doesn’t want anyone else to have me.”
“Classic dick behavior,” Iris says.
“Yeah, because heisa dick,” Ashton says, and Iris swats his arm. “What? You just said he was a prick.”
“Exactly! So I can’t call him a prick but you can call him a dick?”
“It’s just that—”
“They’re the same thing! Literally!”
“Sort of.”
“Not sort of. Look up the definition, genius.”
“Fine, I will. Give me your phone.”
“Why does it have to be on my phone?”
“I’m not searchingprick versus dickon mine.”
Isabel and I exchange a glance at the cutest argument of all time. God, even when they fight they’re nauseating.
But my humor fades as we approach the house—if you can call it that. Castle? Small village? Damn. It still makes no sense that I’m here.
“Don’t worry. The inside is even more intimidating than the outside,” Ashton says with a smirk. “I’d say you’ll get used to it, but you won’t.”
Iris rolls her eyes, but she can’t be too annoyed because she snakes her arm around Ashton’s and clutches his hand. He presses a kiss to her hair when she settles against him in what looks like an instinctive interaction. Like I said, nauseating.
And I’d do anything for that to be Iz and me.
She might be thinking the same thing when she leans her head on my shoulder as we walk the remaining steps to the mansion.
