Page 6 of It Must Be Fate

I couldn’t ask for a more perfect last night as roommates than this; laughing at each other’s obscene stories together.

“And to answer your question, yes,” Six finishes with a final blush. “As disturbing as it sounds to admit out loud, it wassohot.”

“Really?” Bellamy asks, leaning forward.

“Oh, yeah. I had my legs wrapped around Nix’s waist and he used his hands on my ass to guide me,” she shivers as she relives the memory and I add trying to have sex on top of a horse with Rhys to my list. “Then he flipped me around.”

“Gosh, I thought I had a good answer — the forest,” Nera adds in response to Bellamy’s raised brow, “but I think you put us all to shame.”

“Avec plaisir,” Six does a small bow, flourishing her hand mockingly in the process. “Your turn, Nerita.”

“Truth.”

“Hmm, let me think,” Sixtine says, tapping her chin pensively with her finger. “Do you think you and Tristan would still have fallen in love if you hadn’t met at that hotel first?”

Nera smiles softly, cheekily almost, like she knows something we don’t.

“No question. It might have taken us longer to get together, but I know we would have in the end. That pull was there from the first moment; whether it happened in a bar or a classroom wouldn’t have mattered.”

“I completely agree with you,” I say.

It’s hard to disagree. The connection between them crackles to life with unstoppable force when they’re in the same room, like two magnets hurtling towards each other at speed without care of what might be in the way.

“Do you think the boys are being nice to him?” she asks, worry flashing across her face. “You know how those three can be.”

“Oh he’ll be totally fine,” Bellamy answers, waving her concern away. “They kept Tristan’s secrets from us for months. Rogue only just told me what he did to Coach Krav.”

“He was never heard from again, right?” Six asks.

“He is alive,” Nera answers, swallowing nervously. “I didn’t ask for specifics and he didn’t feel the need to tell me the gruesome details of what happened, thank god, but he’s alive.”

“I would not shed a tear should he find himselfunaliveone day,” I say with a disgusted sniff.

He hurt our friend and physically scarred her, so I have less than zero empathy for that abusive animal. Whatever Tristan did to him that night, I hope it hurt.

I hope itcontinuesto hurt every single day.

“I’m glad Rogue helped Tristan when he called him,” Bellamy adds, warmth coloring her tone when she mentions her boyfriend. “I love that loyal side of him.”

One of the best parts of the last year has been the real Rogue slowly revealing himself to the rest of us.

Turns out, he’s a good friend.

If you’d asked me a year ago, I’d have said that I’d rather eat an entire piece of chalk without a drop of water than say those words out loud.

Today, I see he has the best heart and is fiercely protective of his new family. What won me over to him once and for all was seeing the things he did for our friends, the lengths he went to to look after us.

He’s become like a brother to me and it’sbecausewe’re that close that I tease him incessantly.

And there’s no better way to tease Rogue than to mess with what he cares about the most.

Bellamy.

It’s time to make this game more interesting.

Chapter Three

Sixtine

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