Her fingers squeeze mine.
“How can you possibly call yourself selfish right now? You’ve done everything in your power over the last two days to makesure you saved them and broke them free from that agreement. If I know them, which I like to believe I do, the last thing they’re going to think is that you’re selfish when they learn the truth.”
“You’re right.” I release a deep breath. “How did everything go with the Attendants?”
“No, ma’am. You’re not deflecting. Everything is taken care of. You go in there, tell your men the truth, then enjoy them to your heart’s desire. We’ll get together later and talk about everything.”
“I’m pretty sure it’s in the Attendant’s handbook that you’re supposed to save me when I need you.”
She gives me a knowing smirk.
“I am. I’m saving you from self-sabotage because you’re fearful of feeling feelings. That counts.”
I huff but nod.
“I’ll see you soon,” she says.
She gives me one more tender squeeze, then walks toward her house. I give myself a few more seconds to gather myself.
You got this.
It’s not even going to be that bad since they’re home now.
You might cry. You might not.
It’s going to be fine.
With a nod to myself, I walk back through my door.
All that confidence I just built up goes flying out the window. My men are lined up, arms crossed, with scowls firmly in place.
I rock from side to side.
“Take it down. Right the fuck now,” Creed growls.
Shit.
“An emotional barrier? Really, little goddess?”
Amick doesn’t say anything. He stares at my heart as if he can tear it down with his mind. Riven’s smirking. Not the cute, teasing kind.
“So…I take it you all just eavesdropped on that whole conversation?”
“Yep.” All four of them grunt.
Great.
Riven
27
The second I stepped past her threshold, my Chaos retreated into my stomach, and my Harmony swirled to life.
The energy in her room is as strained as she is. The longer she stands there coiled tight, the more the wrongness seeps into my skin.
“Where did those bruises and cuts come from?” she asks, breaking the stillness as she shifts on her feet.
My brothers and I take a step forward rather than answer her. She takes a step back, and we each freeze, but my head tilts to the side as I study her.
