“They would be better off without me. Lucy doesn’t want me. I am just stopping her and Tyson from being together,” I told him.
“Is that what you think? How do you think Lucy would feel knowing she was the reason you killed yourself? How would Tyson feel knowing his twin fucking killed himself? You think you are saving them? You nearly just fucking ruined them, Ace! Lucy loves you! Your family loves you. And you doing stupid shit like this will only cause them pain while ending yours,” Aamon said.
“Avery wouldn’t take the bond. This is the only way to free her from me,” I yelled at him.How does he not see that?
“Yes, because Avery can see the bond is worth fucking saving, you idiot! If she wouldn’t take it from you, it’s because she saw something worth keeping. Not because she is punishing you, Ace.”
I thought over his words, yet I saw no way to fix this. Lucy hated me, and it would only be a matter of time before Tyson did too.
“Get up. Get home. And fix it. Stop being a coward. And for once in your god damn life fucking fight for something! Instead of letting Tyson deal with everything for you.” Aamon said before reaching down and grabbing the front of my shirt and jerking me to my feet.
“You ever do something like that again, I will burn your ass in hell for all eternity!” Aamon said, gripping my arms. I felt the suction sensation of him misting as I was pulled through space, before appearing out the front of my packhouse.
“Go back inside to your mate.” Aamon ordered, and I looked around. I could already feel the bond pulling me toward her, knowing she was just inside the house. Atticus clawed in my head to be near her.
I looked at Aamon and nodded, suddenly realizing how stupid trying to kill myself was. I stopped realizing I now had to explain what happened to my car.
“You aren’t going to tell them, are you?”
“No. As long as you get your ass inside and promise never to do anything like that again.” Aamon said, and I nodded. I turned, looking back at the darkened house before turning back to Aamon, only now he was gone. I sighed, heading inside and hoping the front door was still unlocked. Thankfully it was.
Chapter forty-four
Lucy
I woke in the middle of the night to this overwhelming feeling of dread. Sitting up, I found myself naked, and Tyson was fast asleep, pressed against my back. I tossed the blanket back before rummaging through the dresser, I grabbed one of Tyson’s shirts and slipped it on before walking out of the room toward the kitchen. My stomach turned violently, making me wonder what was going on. My mind was racing and somehow kept going to Ace. I just had a terrible feeling something was going on with him.
I poured myself a glass of water before picking up Tyson’s phone and seeing it was a little after 2 AM. I drank the glass of water before rinsing it and placing it on the sink upside down. I then slipped down the hall, stopping out the front of Ace’s bedroom door. I gripped the door handle and twisted it open. His scent was faint, and I couldn’t see him in the room. I flicked the light on and confirmed that he still wasn’t home. I sighed, shutting the light off and closing the door.
I wondered where he was. Maybe he was with Melana, and that was the feeling of dread that was consuming me. But then again, he now knew I could feel them together, so I doubted that he wouldn’t be that stupid. He would also know Tyson would lose it, and I would reject him if he did. Yet the feeling got worse, and I couldn’t place it. I just knew it had something to do with Ace. Walking back to Tyson’s room, I climbed back into bed. I tossed and turned, trying to get back to sleep, but the sinking feeling in my gut was making me nauseous.
“What’s wrong?” Tyson asked sleepily, yawning as he rolled into me before tugging me flush against him.
“Have you heard from Ace?” I asked him.
“He still isn’t home?” Tyson mumbled, and I shook my head.
“He will be fine, Lucy. He will come home when he is ready,” Tyson said, kissing my shoulder when I suddenly heard the front door open.
“See. He is fine,” Tyson mumbled, and I heard the front door close before hearing footsteps walking down the hallway. I heard him stop at his bedroom door for a second before he continued, and I felt myself relax when I sensed a whiff of his scent seep into the room before the door was pushed open more. Ace walked in and leaned over the bed. I turned my face to look up at him, and he jerked back.
“Sorry. I didn’t realize you were awake,” he whispered, standing upright. Yet I couldn’t explain the immense relief I had upon seeing him. The sickly feeling in my stomach settled now that I could see him.
“Why didn’t you come home earlier?” I asked him as he turned around to leave.
“My car broke down. I only just got home,” Ace told me, and I nodded.
“Were you in my room?” he asked, and I realized that had to be why he came down to Tyson’s room. He could smell my lingering scent in his room when I went to check if he was home yet.
“Yes. I didn’t touch anything. I was only checking if you were home,” I told him.
“You can touch whatever you want, Lucy,” he said, turning around again. The moment his back was to me, the sick feeling returned.
“Ace?” I whispered, and he stopped, turning back to me. “Will you stay? Please.”
“In here with you?” he asked, confused.
“Just for tonight. I just want you close. Something feels off,” I told him, and I saw him bite his lip before he nodded. Ace sat on the edge of the bed and removed his shoes and shirt. I moved over, pulling the blanket back, and he laid down. I moved closer, needing to feel his skin. I suddenly felt worried about letting him go, like he would disappear. I couldn’t explain the feeling, but something about Ace scared me, like he was leaving me. Or maybe it was because Tyson and I were talking about Ace in the shower. I wasn’t sure. Ace turned his face, pressing his nose into my neck.