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“I don’t know how to fix this, Ama” His voice was filled with agony. “I can’t change the past. I don’t know how to fix what I’ve broken.” That was the true question, wasn’t it? Had he irreparably broken our relationship—and any potential for the future that might have existed there—with his actions? I honestly didn’t know.
I inhaled and shook my head, “Let’s just get some sleep, Dray. It’s been a really long day.”
His eyes filled with hope, “Can I sleep with you?”
My body lit up at that, despite knowing what he meant. I sighed, “We have to share a bed, don’t we?” And come morning, we would have to talk—about everything.
As I slid into bed, Drayven got in behind me and immediately wrapped his arm around my middle, practically engulfing me. My cheeks heated as he splayed his hands possessively on my skin, and a soft, unintentional sigh of contentment slipped from my lips.
“Goodnight, Ama,” he murmured as his body went heavy, locking me further against him.
I closed my eyes, feeling overwhelmed by so many emotions. I wasn’t ready to deal with any of them. Instead, I let sleep take over and floated in the abyss of unconsciousness. I hoped when I woke up, I would be ready for everything to come.
Chapter Eighteen
Ama
Drayven was gone when I woke up.
Of course he was.
I tried not to let that get me down as I rolled over in bed, the large imprint of his frame still evident on the pillows and sheets. As my fingers traced over it, I realized the sheets were still warm. Well, he clearly hadn’t been gone for long.
I glanced over at the small bits of sunlight trying to peek around the curtain. What time was it? I swear, this entire trip was messing with my delicately balanced sleep schedule, which operated on the principle of “I sleep almost twelve hours each night.” Hopefully, it wouldn’t be too hard to correct when I went home.
When I went home...would any of these men still be interested in me? It was a question that was far too real and elicited far too many emotions for barely having been awake a few minutes.
A knock on the main door had me yawning, stretching my arms above my head, and padding across the room. I didn’t bother pulling on a robe or anything, figuring the visitor was someone that worked here at the estate. I was sorely mistaken.
Opening the door, I first saw coffee. That made me happy.
The coffee, unfortunately, was being held by…Colt. Why?Why was Colt here?
My displeasure at the situation must have been evident on my face because he quickly said, “Calm down, Princess.” Colt stepped forward as I retreated, and he crossed the room, invading my space and placing down the tray of breakfast and coffee on the table near the couch.
“You got me breakfast?” I frowned in confusion. How perplexing.
He barked out a laugh, sitting down on the couch as I closed the door and crossed my arms over my chest, becoming increasingly aware of how not dressed I was.
“No. This was delivered and sitting outside,” he corrected. “I am here for a different reason.”
“I see.” I blinked, walking over and grabbing coffee before sitting in an armchair and offering him a curious look. I felt both lighter and more depressed about yesterday, so instead of thinking about it, I took a long sip of coffee and kept my eyes on the House of Fallen asshole.
“Your boyfriend caused a pretty big stir last night,” he mused as he looked around. “I am to assume he got back to you without Finias gutting him?”
“Finias wouldn’t do that, and Dray isn’t my boyfriend,” I rolled my eyes at Colt’s dramatics. It was oddly surreal having him in my room, and his grin at my answer had my stomach tightening.
“Finias would absolutely do that.” His eyes flashed with amusement before he grabbed some grapes off my breakfast tray.
“Why are you here, Colt?” I noticed his body shift, almost as if he hadn’t expected me to say his name. I’d said his name before, right?
He inhaled and leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees while he examined my expression. “You nearly got yourself killed yesterday.”
I shook my head, taking another big gulp of coffee, “What, by your daddy?”
His eyes flared with anger. “You don’t have a good grasp on the politics here, Ama. You need to be more careful. Far more careful. You are protected at the House of Death, but not here. And considering you didn’t bring enough reinforcements with you to start a war…I would just watch your back.”
“Is that a threat?”
