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His fists clenched. “I don’t know what to do,” he hissed. “Do you think this is easy for me?”
“Probably. If you’re who you say you are, then murder and all of this crap is probably no big deal to you.”
He shook his head. “I never wanted any part of Dad’s business. I told you that. Maybe I lied about exactly who I was, but everything I told you about my family and my emotions was true.”
“Jesus, do you not see how fucked-up that is? You’re actually telling me, ‘other than all the lies I told you, everything was true.’” I laughed humorlessly. “It doesn’t work like that. I don’t even know who you are. What I do know makes me think you’re a monster.”
His jaw hardened. “I guess you don’t give a shit Charles killed my dad. That shows how fucking shallow you are too.” He raked a hand through his hair. “And you wanted me too, so stop acting like I forced myself on you.”
“I never once said you forced yourself on me,” I snapped. “But you tricked me. If I’d known who you are, and what your intentions were, obviously I’d never have let you near me.”
“I guess that’s all water under the bridge now.” His voice was flat.
Yeah.” I sighed. “Can I please go be with Charles?”
“Go ahead.”
I started toward the stairs.
“Hey, Dylan?” he called after me.
I stopped and faced him. “What?”
“Don’t try to escape. If you do, I won’t be able to protect you.” His expression was grim.
“We both know I’m probably going to die along with Charles either way.”
He didn’t argue, just stared at me with his piercing blue eyes. A shiver went through me at that cold look, and I continued up the stairs toward Charles. Maybe we could figure a way out if we kept our heads. But there were three of them, and only two of us. They were professional thugs, and Charles was incapacitated, and I was way out of my element.
I couldn’t believe I’d thought Lex was my hero. I felt foolish when I remembered how much I’d cared about him. He’d completely fooled me. I hadn’t suspected him for even one minute. He’d played me perfectly, and now, because of me, Charles and I would die. Because while I did see regret in Lex’s eyes, I didn’t see mercy.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Lex
“You hit him too fucking hard,” I growled at Hank. “He probably has a concussion. How am I supposed to question him?”
Hank shrugged. “He’s a big guy. I was just trying to subdue him.”
“You subdued him all right. He’s barely been awake for ten minutes straight the whole time.” Gabriele met my gaze, looking pissed. “How long can we wait for him to come around?”
I grimaced. “If he doesn’t wake up soon, we’ll give him tonight to sleep. He’s a tough bastard. He’ll probably either be dead by morning or well enough to question.”
Dylan was sitting beside Charles, listening to us silently. His surly gaze fell on me occasionally, and he’d look away quickly. I was trying hard to be unmoved by him, but it was almost impossible. That same drive to protect him I’d had from the beginning still gnawed at me. I didn’t understand my instinct to shield him, but it was painful ignoring it. We’d only known each other a few weeks counting the cooking class, and yet, I felt like I’d always known him. His voice, even when angry, sent shivers through me. Even now, knowing he hated me, I wanted to go to him and hold him. Soothe him. What the hell was wrong with me?
When Charles suddenly opened his eyes, we all went on alert. But he didn’t try and get up; instead his eyes immediately began to search the room, and he only relaxed when he found Dylan beside him. Dylan covered his hand with his and smiled weakly at him. Raw jealously clawed at me, and I wanted to yell at them to stop touching each other. Instead, I bit my tongue to silence those pathetic words. Gabriele would think I’d lost my mind if I showed how much I still cared about Dylan. Maybe I had lost my mind. I certainly wasn’t behaving like myself.
“Could we have some water?” Dylan asked gruffly.
I nodded at Gabriele, and he went downstairs. Hank stood silently in the corner, giving Charles malicious glances. When he’d occasionally set his gaze on Dylan, I wanted to throat punch him. I knew he still wanted a taste of Dylan, and it was everything I could do not to fire his ass. But I needed him to help subdue Charles. Even wounded, Charles was a force to be reckoned with.
Gabriele returned and handed Dylan a bottle of water. He then went to Charles and held another bottle to Charles’s lips. Charles eyed the bottle suspiciously.
“Sure this isn’t poisoned?” Charles grumbled.
“It’s not.” Gabriele tipped the bottle, and some water went inside Charles’s open lips, but more went down his chin. The alpha didn’t even react as a water stain spread across his shirt. “We need you alive to question you.”
Charles pulled his head away, signaling he’d had enough water. He coughed a few times and then struggled into a sitting position. His hands were tied in his lap, but I still kept my distance. I had no doubt he knew moves that could be dangerous if we got too close.
