“Sure, I won’t bring it up again,” I tell her.
“Thank you,” she says, and then she leaves to go to her room.
I walk to the kitchen, pour myself a heavy serving of bourbon, and down it in one go. I fucked up, but that’s the thing with me-I always think about myself. All I could think about was how good we felt together. My mind didn’t even fathom the other things involved.
She’s right. Everything she said was absolutely true. I am a married man, Scarlett is my mate and Luna, and us doing that at the club-even if we didn’t kiss or anything like that-was basically me cheating on Scarlett. Even if our marriage is practically over, we’re still married, and she’s still my mate. I made her feel what Scarlett did to her, and that isn’t fair at all.
She was also right about the pain, because by now we could’ve had thousands of those moments and more.
I fucked it all up, and I need to start fixing it now, even before we find a cure. I don’t know when that will be, but I’m hoping and praying it’s soon. I’m done waiting.
The moment we get back to New York, back to the pack, even if Elijah hasn’t found anything incriminating on Scarlett-though I hope he has-I’m divorcing and rejecting her, and whatever consequences come with my decision, I’m ready to face it.
Her parents won’t be happy with it at all, seeing as our marriage, even if we married for love, still had a contract attached. Her father is going to want…
Blood or money, luckily for me, I have a lot of the second, and he’s not going to see any blood, considering more than half of my pack is sick and dying.
With my decision made, I dial Zeo’s number.
“Hey man, what’s the problem?” he asks.
“How do you know there’s a problem?” I ask him.
“Because you’re calling me in the middle of the night when I’m supposed to be getting my beauty sleep,” he says.
“I’m sorry for interrupting your sleep, Sleeping Beauty,” I tell him.
“Yeah, yeah, whatever. What do you want, Leo?” he asks me.
“Has Elijah sent any new reports?” I ask.
“No, not yet,” he says.
“Okay, I need you to call him first thing in the morning, tell him to gather everything he has and bring it back to the pack,” I tell him.
“You’re the one who told him not to come back so he wouldn’t seem suspicious. What’s wrong? Did something happen?” he asks.
“Yes, something did happen. I’ll tell you everything when we get back tomorrow, but I need you to get Elijah to the pack. I’m done waiting. Whether or not he has found incriminating evidence against Scarlett doesn’t matter. I’m divorcing her,” I tell him.
“Say no more, I’ll call him first thing,” he says.
“Thank you, Zeo,” I tell him.
“No problem, I’ll see you guys tomorrow,” he says, and then I cut the call.
I turn around to head to my room to pack and see Freya standing there, a smile on her face.
“How much of that did you hear?” I ask her.
“Just enough. It’s high time you came to your senses and did the right thing.”
Lena’s POV
Did he seriously think that after what happened on the dance floor, I would fall into his arms and everything would be okay? What kind of delusion is that?
I need to find a cure for this disease quickly because, whether I want to admit it or not, whenever I’m near Leo, he has a way of lowering my defenses. And if I break down and let him in, the only person who gets hurt is me.
I just finished taking a long, hot shower. My skin is so red, you’d think someone poured acid on me or something. But I needed to wash the entire night off-literally.
I didn’t unpack my clothes, so packing was quick and easy. I really don’t want to leave my room. All I want to do is curl up in bed and sleep. That’s the thing with me and alcohol: I don’t get hungover, but once all the partying is done, my body feels exhausted, and all I want is rest.
But I can’t. At least I’ll be able to sleep on the plane, and by the time we get home, I’ll be up and ready to see my kids.
I grab my backpack, roll my suitcase out of the room, and walk to the kitchen where I hear voices.
“There you are,” Freya says.
“Yeah, here I am. Are we ready to go?” I ask.
“Yes, the plane is ready. We can leave now,” Leo replies.
“Okay then, Freya, what about the grimoires? Is it okay to just leave them here?” I ask her.
“Oh, it’s fine. Trust me, nobody is getting into this house without my permission. If they try, they’ll be in a world of pain that will make them wish for death,” she tells me.
“Okay then, let’s go,” I say, and she just smiles.
Leo walks over and takes my suitcase from my hand. He’s holding both mine and Freya’s suitcases in each hand, with his bag slung over his shoulder. We step outside, and Freya locks the door. Then I hear her recite a spell, and the door glows gold for a few seconds before disappearing.
With Leo leading the way, Freya takes my hand, and we walk down to the car.
“How are you feeling, Lena?” Freya asks as Leo drives us to the airstrip.
“Tired. I think I could sleep for an entire day,” I tell her, and she laughs.
“Remind me not to take alcohol from you anymore. I can’t keep up. But Zoey would really love you. She’s always looking for someone to go partying with, but she doesn’t even bother asking me because she knows I can’t keep up with her. But you? No, you guys are made for each other. I don’t even know which is worse,” she says.
“Well, I can’t wait to meet her. Did you tell her I was coming?” she asks, but I think the question is meant for me and Leo.
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