He shakes his head. “I won’t.”
“Have you really been awake this whole time?”
His brow cocks. “Mm, more or less.” He grins. “I can'twaitto find out how you plan on ‘making damn sure’ I do anything, princess.”
His eyes glint into mine. “There’s something else I need to tell you,” he growls. “Something I haven’t said enough. Or at all.”
I grin impishly. “What’s that?”
“I love you.”
My brain short-circuits. But that’s okay.
My lips still work just fine, and when he presses his to mine, that’s all I need.
43
VAUGHN
“It’s called Dissociative Identity Disorder.”
It’s dark, and I’m lying in bed with Evelina, where we’ve just woken up after sleeping all day. Sabine is still out cold in the guest room Evelina and I carried her to before we fell into our own bed.
I woke up briefly about two hours ago and saw on my group chat with the guys that my earlier request for help had been taken care of.
Carson
Marcus, I regret to inform you that your dead grandfather has died. Again. My continued condolences.
Sebastian
STFU weirdo
Sebastian
V, we took care of the body. All good. Hope you’re resting up.
Carson
He’s being coy. We know you’re fine. Gideon snuck into your room and checked on you.
Sebastian
Bro you are such a fucking narc it's insane.
Gideon
Everyone chill. Just wanted to make sure you were ok, Vaughn. The bandages on your ribs look good, but you should get those bruises on the side of your face looked at. That might be an orbital fracture.
Carson
Fun fact: before he fled the regime, Gideon was actually #1 surgeon in his homeland.
Gideon
Dude, you are so fucking weird.
Carson
