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Chapter 32

Sly

“She said yes.”

August’s triumph reverberates through my mind over and over until I’m questioning my sanity. White-hot stabbing fury courses through me in a rush so powerful it threatens to bring me to my knees.

The moment he held Vinnie’s hand in the air, the diamond glistening in the light as he displayed it for all to see; I turned my back and left, practically running out the doors.

I can’t breathe—it’s like the devil himself has torn through my body and is gripping his hands around my lungs, squeezing them as his heat scalds me from the inside out.

Ripping the ridiculous mask off my face, I toss it on the sidewalk and jog to my Ducati, which is parked a block away. I need to get out of here—to get as far away as possible before I turn backaround and shove that ring down August’s throat then kill him with my bare hands.

Have I been played for a fool?

Surely the things I feel for Vinnie are real for her, too. Every moment. Every kiss. Every time we’ve made love.

A connection this powerful cannot be faked.

Or can it?

I feel numb as I climb onto my motorcycle and bring the engine to life. The second my helmet is on, I’m flying down the road toward my home, fighting against the cataclysm building inside.

The speedometer creeps up as I veer around the cars on the road.

Seventy.

Seventy-Five.

Eighty.

Ninety.

I exhale a shuddering breath, releasing one handlebar to push the face shield up, needing the bite of the cold air against my skin.

One hundred.

One-Ten.

One-Fifteen.

The pain increases with my speed.

Moisture rolls down my cheeks, and I’m unclear if my eyes are watering from how fast I’m going or if I’m crying.

One-Twenty.

The Kenna comes into view, forcing me to decelerate.

I’m numb, silently screaming curses to myself, wondering if I’ve wasted my time by putting my love and my trust in someone who doesn’t feel the same.

Memories crash into me, blasting through my mind in rapid succession. At the masquerade, speaking to her for the first time in years. Her sweet scent of cherry blossoms seeping into my pores and becoming my favorite scent. Our first official date at the castle, and the thrill of running through the rain, only to be wrapped in each other's arms.

Stolen moments.

Longing glances.

SayingI love you.