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Ian is being annoying.“So explain to me. How did we end up having sex last night?”I feel like giving him a shut up glare but i can’t find the energy to do that. I’m shutting out whatever emotions are running through me just so I can get through today, but him asking that kind of question, repeated
Antonia’s pov. I can tell something is wrong the minute Bridget walks into the house.Tieran is fast behind her, and so is Ian. I’m in the living room with Ares seated to the left of me, but there’s always the possibility that if we keep quiet they won’t notice we’re here and head to my room instea
Bridget scoffs under her breath, “That’s not a definitive answer.”I shove Bridget lightly by the ribs and she raises her hand in surrender.It might not sound like one but I know Tieran, and I know Tieran is a man of his words. His voice floats through the room again, “I do have one little request
Ares doesn’t speak anymore after our initial discussion.Tieran is in my father’s VR room, attending a meeting he should be attending in person but he isn’t anymore…. I wonder if I can use something like that when I go on my break. Though I have let out the news about what I'm planning to do, and
Ian shifts to look me clearly in the eyes and there’s no trace of humor on his face even though he chuckles as he asks again, “I won’t have anything to do with him, right?” I smile sheepishly, “Of course you’ll have something to do with him. You two are going to be on the same team so you’ll have
Bridget makes a show of focusing on the food she’s heaped onto her plate. She also eats like she’s starved, one quick spoon after another. Food intake has never been Bridget’s problem. Her metabolism is quite fast but that doesn’t mean she magically does not put on weight.It just means that in her
I think the realization of it surprises me as much as it does Bridget. She’s no longer sipping her tea and the wistful light in her eyes seems to have died out.I don’t know if she feels this as acutely as I do though. Maybe it’s because I've lived with him, but I know one of the most fatal things t
Malachi’s pov.I’m sitting at my desk and staring at my reflection.I can’t recognize myself.I cut my hair. I dyed it a different color. It’ll come off with a wash, but before I do, I sit and stare at myself, thinking of what could have possessed me to do something this… crazy.My vision blurs as m