Lucille whimpered in my head, and the sound was heartbreaking. “I am sorry I wasn’t there to help you. I would have taken your place in a heartbeat if I could.” Her guilt weighed heavily, and despite not knowing her all this time, I felt like I had known her my entire life and her guilt was seeping into me. Something I wasn’t used to. It was one thing recognizing my own emotions, but feeling hers was overwhelming as tears slipped down my face.
Arms wrapped around me from behind, and I jumped, not hearing the door open, too consumed in my wolf.
“He shouldn’t have said that. He knows that, but he didn’t mean it the way it came out,” Ace whispered, pressing his face in my neck. I inhaled and exhaled deeply.
“You know Tyson wouldn’t do anything to hurt you. He is the good twin. I swear, Lucy, he didn’t mean it, and if you bothered to feel through the bond, you would feel it,” Ace said, but I refused. I block him out, too, angry. It didn’t matter if he meant it; he still said it.
“We all say things in anger, Lucy. It’s been a rough day.”
“Never thought I would see the day when you were defending Tyson to me. Usually, it’s the other way around,” I told him.
“Like I said, it has been a rough day. Just don’t be too mad at him. We love you. We just don’t like the idea of someone possibly hurting you. Neither of us thought Mitchell would do that. We know how close you are to him. I am sorry for scaring you in the car earlier, too,” Ace said before reaching down and gripping the hem of my shirt and lifting it off me. He placed his hand under the water before adjusting the temperature. He kissed the side of my neck and stepped back.
“Hop in while I check on Tyson,” he said, and I did. Ace left, shutting the door, and I washed the dirt and gravel sticking to my sweaty skin off. A few minutes passed when Ace returned, placing two towels on the sink basin and removing his shorts.
“Tyson?”
“Moping,” Ace answered, stepping in behind me and reaching for the soap.
I kept my back to him, fully aware of his nakedness.
“Come on, just a quick peek. Let’s see if he is as well-endowed as his brother,” Lucille said.
“We just saw him naked,” I told her.
“That wasn’t looking, though. That was us trying to keep them away. You didn’t even peek. Now be a team player and turn that pretty head of ours for a quick looksy,” she whined.
“You really are the sordid one, aren’t you?”
“I have been locked in your head for so long. I have nothing better to do than think of my mate. Well… mates, as it turns out,” she said, and I rolled my eyes at her. Looking over my shoulder, Ace had his eyes closed, water streaming down his body as he washed his hair.
“See? He won’t even know,” she urged, and I chewed my lip before looking down. Lucille hummed in my head, and my lips parted slightly.
“Guess they aren’t a hundred percent identical, ‘cause damn girl, it’s like a baby’s arm holding an apple.”
“A what?”
“Touch it.”
“No!”
“Come on, just poke it a little,” she said, and I went to look away only to find Ace smirking at me. All the blood rushed to my face.
“Oh, fuck!” I snapped at her, mortified.
“Oh, fuck is what you will be saying when he comes at you with that. That is the best monster deformity I have ever seen,” Lucille said. Ace raised an eyebrow at me.
“It’s rude to stare,” Ace said before smiling.
“I wasn’t… It wasn’t my fault.” I pressed my lips in a line.
“Because you didn’t just turn to gape at my cock?”
“Lucille—”
“And what did Lucille say?” Ace said, pressing closer. His hand moved to the side of my breast, his thumb rubbing over my nipple.
Chapter seventy-one