Chapters (54)
- Title Page
- Also by Aileen Erin
- Dedication
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- Chapter Twenty-Six
- Chapter Twenty-Seven
- Chapter Twenty-Eight
- Chapter Twenty-Nine
- Chapter Thirty
- Chapter Thirty-One
- Chapter Thirty-Two
- Chapter Thirty-Three
- Chapter Thirty-Four
- Chapter Thirty-Five
- Chapter Thirty-Six
- Chapter Thirty-Seven
- Chapter Thirty-Eight
- Chapter Thirty-Nine
- Chapter Forty
- Chapter Forty-One
- Chapter Forty-Two
- Chapter Forty-Three
- Chapter Forty-Four
- Chapter Forty-Five
- Chapter Forty-Six
- Chapter Forty-Seven
- Off Balance
- To My Readers
- Acknowledgments
- About the Author
My mouth dropped open, and for a second, I was too pissed to say anything. But that passed quickly. “Ohmygod. Shut the fuck up, Roan, or I’m going to murder you.”
“And you never offered?” Declan asked, ignoring me. His eyebrows raised in curiosity.
Roan and I shared a look. This happened a lot. “Gross. No,” Roan said.
I agreed with him too much to be insulted by his disgust.
“Oh. He doesn’t like girls,” Lorne said.
“I like girls, but Maité is just… No. That’s not happening. Ever. Gross.”
“Did you have to say gross twice?” I was going to be offended in about two seconds.
Roan rolled his eyes. “I didn’t mean it that way. You’re hot. Lorne, I know you can’t see her now, but…” Roan let out a slow whistle.
“This just keeps getting worse.” I sat down on the floor. If everyone was going to ignore me, I might as well get comfortable.
Roan shot me a wink. “And she can kick some fucking ass. She’s totally frosty when she gets going, but no. She’s like a sister to me. Thinking of her like that? It just ain’t right. I don’t see that ever changing.”
“Back at you.” I sighed. “Look. I get that whoever I might have come into contact with could be in danger, but I don’t understand why we need to get into my whole dating history. It’s really a nonevent. Suffice it to say that I’m just not wired that way. I’m a fighter, and that’s that.”
“Bullshit, Maité.”
Oh man. Roan was about to slip into the same argument we’ve been having for the last few years.
“Everyone’s wired that way. You just haven’t met the right one yet. You can’t move like you can and—”
“That’s enough!” I said. “I’ve had a really long, really hard day.” I narrowed my eyes at Declan. “A group of your cronies were at the diner, and I swear one of them knew who I was and I’ve been panicking ever since. I’m done with this. All of this. I mean what the hell am I going to do? I can’t leave the warehouse like this. I look like the goddamned North Star. Nothing I’m doing is stopping this glow, and to be honest, I’m exhausted. I’ve been hiding for so long, I just don’t want to do it anymore. I want it to just end. For everything to be over. I’m done. I can’t take one more day…”