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“It’s fine,” I mutter, even though my heart aches. Of course, she’s hot for a guy like Nyx. He can give her way more than I can. Besides, she can’t stand to look at me, let alone have me touch her. “I’m good with it,” I force out then leave.

Xanthe

Axel grabsthe top of my arm, and I wince. “Hey,” I cry as he takes the bottle from my hand.

“Axel,” snaps Lexi, pushing to her feet.

“Your man is waiting for you,” he spits angrily, guiding me towards the stairs.

I laugh, stumbling over my own feet. “My man,” I repeat, laughing harder. He can’t even stand me. “All I am is his nurse,” I point out.

“Bullshit,” he growls, grabbing my other arm and holding my wrist at eye-level. “Fury’s property,” he reads, shoving my arm away again like it offends him. He pushes me into his office, and I fall onto the couch. He grabs a bottle of water from the fridge and hands it to me. “You’re a part of my club,” he says firmly as I sit up, “and you’re Fury’s old lady. Behave like it.”

My eyes widen. “Are you shitting me?” I snap. “I’ve been here the whole time,” I scream. “Waiting for him to remember me like some sad little puppy dog waiting for any scraps he might throw my way.” I burst into hot, angry tears, and Axel’s scowl softens.

“I know this has been hard on you.”

I bury my face in my hands, wiping my tears. “Every time we take a step forward, we take two back.”

“That’s normal in most relationships.”

“It’s just a lot,” I whisper sadly.

“Yah know what he just said?” I shake my head. “He practically gave Nyx permission.”

My heart aches. “So, what does that tell you, Axel? He’s not interested in me.”

“Nah, there was a look in his eye, Xanth, like he doesn’t think he’s good enough.”

I roll my eyes and head for the door. “Goodnight.”

CHAPTER NINETEEN

Fury

Iwaited, but she never came to check on me. I stare up at the ceiling, occasionally checking the clock.Maybe she went after Nyx. Maybe Axel told her she could.Why the fuck can’t I just remember? I growl, hitting my fist into the mattress.

The door opens at exactly nine, and Xanthe saunters in looking fresh-faced as she places my tray on the bedside table. And suddenly, I feel a pang of jealousy.What if she did fuck Nyx?She certainly looks happier as she hums to herself while sorting my painkillers.

I push to sit, and she finally looks at me. “Good morning,” she says with a smile. “Did you sleep well?”

“No,” I grunt. Half my night was spent thinking about her, and the other half was picturing her and Nyx together.

“Shame. I can get you the sleeping tablets if you want them?” The last thing I want is to be back on the medication again after I’ve finally dropped to just a couple of painkillers. Deep down, I know I’d sleep better if she was beside me.

“Hangover?” I ask bitterly.

Her smile falters. “No.”

“Did you . . . sleep well?”

“Like a baby,” she replies, placing the pills in my hand and passing me the water. I throw them back without breaking eye contact. “Nyx?” I ask.

She frowns. “If you’re asking me if I fucked Nyx,” she snaps, placing her hand on her hip, “the answer is no.” She takes the water from me. “Despite you giving mepermission.”

I can’t deny I’m relieved. “You like . . . him.”

“God, you’re such a prick,” she mutters, beginning to fold my clothes from last night and placing them in my drawers. “It’s not like you want me.”

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