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Chapter 15

Mordy

I didn’t mention it to Stone, but I was terrified for the first time in a very long time in my existence. I didn’t get scared, and I was terrified that éan was dead. I was going to be pissed at her for making me feel this stupid feeling. I didn’t like it when I used to allow myself to feel it, and I damned sure didn’t appreciate it now.

There was a reason I didn’t get close to people other than my brothers. Once you stayed around another person for a while, you decided to like them or hate them. Well, that was the case for most people, I guess, but for me, I usually just killed those who pissed me off. I didn’t want to care for her when I recognized that was the reason I spent so much time around her, but eventually I didn’t have a choice in the matter. I was drawn to her, and I had gotten used to the way her sweet arse lingered in my bed too long and how she denied herself of the simplest of pleasures—like me—to spare someone else’s heart—my brother’s. In that aspect, we were polar opposites, but in a lot of other ways, we shared the same soul.

Nothing could happen to her. She had to be okay. Otherwise, I would lose the tiniest shred of good that was left within me. If someone else broke my promise to her, I would gut them like a fecking swine. No one was entitled to steal her last breath from her lungs; that was a privilege, and it was mine. When I told her all of those things, I meant them.