Page 80 of Indulge
For a second, I just watch the smoke twist between us, like the ghost of every bad decision we’ve ever made.
“You think this is going to end well?” I ask quietly.
He smirks. “You started this, Rowan.”
And that’s the thing, he’s right. But this time feels different. Itisdifferent.
Because I don’t just want her for a night, or for the thrill of pissing off my twin.
I want her to stay.
I run a hand through my curls. “I don’t want to fight you over her.”
“Then don’t.” His voice is sharp now. “Let her decide. You’re both adults.”
“Right.” I force a laugh. “What? We’re going to do a competition for her?”
He takes a drag of his cigarette and exhales. “We’ve survived worse, Ro.”
“Not like this.”
He studies me then, really studies me. “Do you love her?”
The question hits me like a sucker punch.
I don’t answer right away, because saying it makes it real. And real means ruin. I’m not sure either of us knows what love is.
“I could,” I admit finally. “If I let myself.”
Reggie nods once, flicking ash to the ground. “Then we both have a problem.”
He turns and heads for the warehouse doors, his coat catching the wind.
And as I follow him, that sinking feeling settles deep in my gut.
Because this isn’t just about Bella anymore.
It’s about loyalty.
It’s about blood.
And I have no idea which one of us is going to bleed first.
38
BELLA
I’ve been hiding out all morning. Just me and my kitten.
“Hey, baby girl,’ I coo, scratching her head. She loves it. And I love her.
Lily’s party is tonight, and she’s been blowing up my phone all day with voice notes about what to wear, who’s going, and how excited she is to see me.
So, here I am.
Standing in front of the mirror in a short black dress that leaves very little to the imagination. My hair’s a little wild, my lips a little too red, and I didn’t bother with panties. Call it rebellion. Or curiosity.
Either way, I look pretty damn hot.
