And because he wants a reaction, I give him none as I start to walk.
“And, Vaughn?”
I stare back at him over my shoulder to be greeted with the gun he’s pointing at me. “You’re wrong. You can’t use or ruin him. If you hurt him this time…”
He pulls the trigger, the bullet hitting a painting a few inches away from my face.
“That bullet will be in your head,” he says as he turns around and leaves, gun in hand.
I glare at his back, not because of the threatening stunt, but what he said about betrayal and revenge.
If you hurt him this time?
When the fuck did I hurt Yulian the last time? If anything, it’s because of him that I?—
No. I’mnotthinking about that.
My jaw grinds as the most pertinent thought punctures the surface.
Revenge.
Cyrus said Yulian only approached me for revenge. It’s why he slept with Danika and has been pursuing me so closely and persistently.
Revenge.
Fuckingrevenge?
My chest squeezes as my whole body that’s been captured in bliss since last night tenses, all pleasure replaced with pain and dread.
But it’s fine because it wasonlysex.
And sex doesn’t mean anything.
Atall.
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YULIAN
Ireach out, expecting the press of warm flesh, only to brush against cold sheets.
My hand sweeps over the bed, desperate to find the lingering heat that wrapped around me last night, but there’s nothing.
Light slashes in through the tall windows, burning against my eyes as they crack open. I turn, and sure enough, the bed is empty.
No Vaughn.
Even his scent, the one I clung to like a sedative last night—or early this morning, or whatever—is fading into nothing.
Maybe he’s in the bathroom…
I sit up, fighting the disappointment that’s weighing my shoulders down. Surely, he wouldn’t have left after everything that happened?
As if he doesn’t every fucking time.
I stand up, needing to check the bathroom and make sure he’s still here.
Hehasto be.
