I get up and leave, and Isaac and Dove look up surprised.
“Going so soon? I was just about to get some more popcorn,” Isaac announces.
I stop at the door, peering over my shoulder. I don’t look in Dove’s direction, because I know that she will look dejected. At least she doesn’t have that tracker around her neck anymore. She looked so relieved when Roman took it off.
I hate making her look sad, but I need my space.
The joys of being an introvert.
“Yes. I’m tired,” I lie.
Every introvert’s go-to line, but we’re really not lying. We are tired. Tired of socializing.
Isaac smiles and settles back on the loveseat, and I know he understands. He knows me well enough to know that I have reached my limit. But poor Dove most likely thinks it’s something that she has done. I left dinner earlier because she groaned when tasting her soup, and the blood rushed straight to my knot.
My vision darkened around the edges, and I had no idea what was coming over me. All I could think about was pounding that sweet little omega on the floor—Isaac and Roman be damned.
She makes the most beautiful sounds from those cherubic lips.
“Well, good night, Bast. See you in the morning.”
I nod at Isaac, then move my attention to Dove. I still don’t look at her properly though. I don’t think I can trust myself to do so. There’s no telling what her eyes will do to me.
She gives a sweet smile, one that I don’t deserve, and I can almost feel my frozen heart melting. She makes leaving so hard.
“Good night, Sebastian.”
I wait a few moments. Then I take my leave, and it’s like I’ve left a part of myself behind in the room. Having her around here really is going to be tough.
Because I know we will have to let her go one day.
What we have now won’t last.
Dove can’t stay here forever. Someday, she will leave.
And then I’ll have no choice but to watch as somebody else who I care about leaves me.
Life really isn’t fair.
***
I don’t fall asleep. At all.I never do.
Sleep alludes me like it does every night.
Normally, when I close my eyes, I’m filled with night terrors, remembering every little thing that cruel-hearted bitch ever did to me.
It went on for years, and by the time my father found out, it was already too late. Daphne had vanished, and only the gods know where. If I’m lucky, then she’s dead. But on the other hand, if she’s alive, then that gives me a chance to exact my revenge.
I don’t know what I would do if I saw her again. Freeze like a deer in the headlights? Or go full-on Sebastian mode and rip her to shreds? There’s an endless amount of possibilities, each one more devastating and gruesome than the last.
No matter what happens, it would never bode well for that vicious omega.
One day, I will bathe in a pool of her blood, and now my heart pounds as I envision killing her.
A knock comes at the door, and I didn’t even hear anyone approaching. I must have been that lost in my evil fantasies.
I sniff. It’s Isaac. That’s his scent of wild, lush grass, and the guy smells like a field. It’s what drew me to him, actually, and I guess it’s true what they say about opposites.