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There she goes again. Being cute as fuck.
"He actually requested a fireproof one for the new house. I’m kind of excited. I…want to get back into the ring eventually. I just need to get over stuff.” Closing my eyes, I let out a long sigh. “That’s why I don’t want you to keep those emotions inside. Just let them out, even if means showing a bit of vulnerability around us. You know we’d never judge you. We’ve got you, just like you always have us. You have the right to be sad. To be mad. Your feelings are valid, and I guess I want to make sure you know that so you don’t suffer unnecessarily like I did before joining the Forbidden and getting to know everyone.”
Her fingers lightly glided through my hair, and it felt so nice. The sensation was so soothing I knew I could be in this position for a long ass time.
“Is it weird to want to start this week by pissing a lot of people off?” she questioned.
“Not odd at all,” I hummed. “Who are we fucking over?”
“I’d say everyone but maybe that’s too generous.”
I chuckled. “We could hit them where it hurts. Their pockets.”
“I want to get people talking. Scrambling. Begging. I’m tired of feeling like shit. Feeling like my world is crumbling,” she admitted. “You guys reminded me that as long as I have you all, I can get through any storm. This weekend…makes me hunger for more of these moments. Like you said, to just say ‘fuck it all’ and ditch the world and live in the moment. No questions or apologies. I just want to do whatever the fuck we want and not be on anyone’s agenda, especially in the new year.”
“That would be a good resolution,” I praised. “I like the idea.”
“I want to push the Coven’s buttons,” she revealed.
She was on the same page as me. “You want them to slip up publicly.”
“I want to sever their connections with the Vatican,” she revealed, “so they can’t get any more blood roses or financial backing. The Vatican probably uses them for some sort of dark magic or energy source when Saint’s not around. I want that all cut off. If they have connections with the fae, I want those cut off too. They’re already going to feel the burning of our bridge soon enough, and once I’m presented as royalty during the fashion show, I want to make my next move.”
I liked where this was going.
“Saint already has a plan to have the Vatican begging for his cooperation. As for the fae, I’m sure Milo could do something if we let him in on things. The new year will invite some new changes, and that will be enough to make them slip up,” I explained. “What if they use Aurelia though?”
“I want them to.”
I didn’t expect her to admit that, and I lifted my head slightly to look at her determined eyes as she looked forward. “If they’re going to use her as a puppet, let them.”
“You want her to realize that no matter what sacrifices she makes, she’ll always be a dog on a leash in their eyes.”
“Exactly,” she whispered. “And when push comes to shove, they’ll throw her under the bus before anyone else. To them, she’s a misfit after all.”
“Do you think she realizes that?”
“Maybe.” She didn’t sound sure. “Aurelia is smart and we’re alike in many ways, but where she struggles the most is backbone. She projects that she’s badass, that she can carry the world on her shoulders, even with a few missing screws, but it’s all a façade. Those who are really close to her know the truth, but we can’t help her anymore. She has to get out of it herself…or face the consequences loyalty brings when you’re on the wrong side of a potential war.”
“You’re right,” I agreed. “Did you set up your new phone?”
“I did but it’s a bit too fancy,” she confessed and pouted her lips. “It’s been a while since I updated my phone to the latest updates. Which is what? Every other week?”
“Pretty much.” I laughed. “I’ll help you.”
She lowered her gaze to look at me. “Can we do some training together? Especially in the new year.”
“Would it make you happy?”
“Yes.” She bobbed her head to emphasize it.
“Then sure.”Anything for my Rebel.“Wanna do some more drills?”
“Not really,” she admitted. “Feels nice sitting like this.”
There she goes. Taunting me again.
“If I had my way, you wouldn’t be able to sit comfortably period.”
