Then it dawned on me.
The bright light, being old enough to remember the scent of the Fates. The way everyone at the society reacted to Dorian in a negative way.
Oh my God.
“It’s you. I heard them talking about the man of light and having been there all along, but they never said who it was. It’s you.”
I couldn’t believe it. Dorian was the man fighting against the Hero Society, and they kept it from me. Both of them. I was caught in a web between the heroes’ omissions and Dorian’s.
“You need to leave,” I said coldly.
“I told you who I was, and you let me in anyway.” He took a step closer, and my heart started beating faster.
He hadn’t lied to me about who he was, just left so much out. He had always said he wasn’t the good guy, but I never thought he meant he was the actual villain of Seahill. Leave it to me.
He kept moving toward me, his eyes staring into mine.
“Get out.”
“No.”
I wasn’t a fighter, so when my hand slapped his face when he came closer, he looked shocked that I had hit him.
“Your mind knew I wasn’t good for you, but you fell anyway. I even warned you, but you pushed me. I told you I’m not letting you go, and I’m still not. You’re mine.”
I went to smack his face again and he caught it mid slap.
His head started to descend, and I knew as much as I hated him right now, I loved him more.
I’d fallen in love with the villain, and that scared the hell out of me.
