Page 68 of Our Deceptive Heat

I watch as he walks towards her.

This is it. Our entire world will end with one confession. But what a reason to turn it to flames.

Chapter twenty-one

Ryn

I used to believein fate. I used to think we could be- Ryn Raines

Envy stalks towards me, a determined expression on his face. Tyr grabs him and whispers something that causes them both to frown. Envy looks in my direction, pushes Tyr’s hand off him, says something that makes Tyr recoil, and then rushes towards me.

He reaches me, and though his mouth moves, nothing comes out.

“Envy?”

“I have to tell you something, and I should have told you a long time ago, but the truth is that I was scared. I thought I would lose you. But you have to know.”

“You wouldn’t lose me,” I murmur, absolutely sure.

Envy inhales, and when he exhales, he cups my cheek and leans in close, his lips so close to mine. I lean up, everything forgotten as his lips touch mine.

“This is so wrong,” he murmurs against my mouth.

“I don’t care,” I say back stubbornly.

His tongue dips into my mouth. He tastes of sugar and cinnamon. Something that drives me absolutely wild. It’s elusive and hardly ever there, but I’m addicted to his taste. I clench my fingers in his shirt, dragging myself closer to him. I open my mouth, and he takes advantage, pressing in, licking into my mouth, consuming me.

He pulls back, and I realise we’re both panting.

“I need to tell you everything,” he whispers.

“What the hell is going on here?” The voice cracks across the room.

We jump apart, and I turn to see a broad-shouldered woman in a tight black skirt suit. Her black hair is swept back into a no-nonsense bun and her eyes lined heavily in black smokey eyeliner.

She clicks her fingers and points to the spot in front of her. “Come.”

I bristle and lock my feet, refusing to move. She’s a beta, so she doesn’t have the ability to force any of us, but still I’m shocked by the command.

“Fate’s Choice, I am your newly appointed songwriter. Come. Here.” She snaps her fingers again and jabs a long red nail at the floor.

“We’re not dogs,” Tyr growls in the most cold and threatening voice I’ve ever heard him use.

“And yet, here you are, making out with the boss’s daughter. Giving me the perfect excuse to ring him up and tell him you’re refusing to work with me,” she says with a smirk and an evil glint in her eyes.

My stomach twists and drops out.

“We didn’t say we wouldn’t work with you-”

“Then come and stand right here.” She looks down at the spot and up, raising an eyebrow in an expression that makes me want to slap her.

“Call my dad-”

“Don’t!” Tyr says, cutting me off, but refusing to look at me. With deep reluctance, he moves to stand in front of the songwriter. Digs and Mako follow with deep growls of their own. Envy is the last. I reach for his hand to stop him, but he pulls it away, refusing my touch.

The room is tense, and the silence is thick. The new songwriter tosses her head, smirking in my direction.

I stand there, alone, feeling the sting of their abandonment, even though I know they’re doing it for the right reasons.

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