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No way…It can’t be.
I only heard Des speak, what, four words earlier tonight? Maybe five.
There’s no way I could recognize his voice over the loud music. It’s just my imagination playing tricks on me.
Then another voice says, “Why are you being so difficult, Des? Iknowit’s her. The resemblance is uncanny.”
The voice belongs to Thane. Weird. I’d thought they’d left.
Des’s answer is cold and cutting. “Many people can look alike. That doesn’t mean anything.”
My heartrate picks up as I step a little closer, unable to stop myself.
What are they talking about?Whoare they talking about?
Thane’s voice lowers, almost pleading. “But I saw her by the sea. Iswore… I felt it, deep inside… in my soul.”
The weight in Thane’s voice makes my stomach twist with anticipation and unease.
Des snorts. “I wonder how Bella would feel if she heard you say that.”
“You know what I mean,” Thane growls, his voice rising again. “We’re all connected. Our souls know each other.”
I don’t even realize I’ve moved closer until I’m pressed against the corner, straining to hear more.
“I’m sorry to tell you, Thane, but you were wrong. You’ve dragged me halfway across the world for nothing.”
A dull thud hits the wall, and I jump back, heart pounding. Did Thane punch the wall?
What is going on?!
“Dammit, Des, stop messing with me! I know what I felt! Why deny it? Why do this to yourself? To us?”
I swallow hard. I know almost nothing about these two brothers, but their argument is... intense. And private. I should leave. This isn’t my business.
But then Des speaks again, and his icy, dangerous tone keeps me frozen in place.
“Listen to me.” His words are low, hard, and final. “I’m only going to say this once. I felt nothing for her. I don’t care who she is or who she’ll become—Darcie Abernathy means nothing to me. She. Is. Not.Her.”
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My name…how does Des know my full name?
I think back to the two short conversations I’ve had with Thane. One included Des. I didn’t reveal my name in either one.
“Darcie Abernathy means nothing to me.”
The words linger in my mind, sinking deep like a stone tossed into water, sending ripples through every nerve.
I stagger back, my body stiff with tension as panic begins to set in. I should leave. I should turn around and get the hell out of here.
But instead I stay, unable to move, listening to the brothers. Each word they speak sends a fresh jolt of confusion and dread through me.
I need to find Kayla. I’ll tell her I feel sick. That I threw up in the bathroom. Whatever it takes to get her to leave the club with me.
I take another step back. I need to get away.Now.
At that exact moment, a pair of intoxicated girls barrel around the corner and crash into my back.
