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If Victor knew I’d somehow become Henri’s ultimate weakness…
He’ll make him use that Diamond Kiss chit—
Huffing with disappointment, Victor let me go. “Well, that isn’t part of the plan, Mercer. Forgive me if I don’t fancy you looming over me, watching my every thrust.”
Without Victor holding me, I dropped to my knees beside Rachel. Our fingers instantly entwined. I wanted to tell her it was okay. None of us had a choice. I wouldn’t allow jealousy to coat the very real notion that as much as I enjoyed sleeping with Henri…to her, it would still be rape.
And perhaps, just perhaps—because this place screwed up even the most sane of people—a small part of her would be jealous of me with Victor.
“All things pass,” I whispered under my breath. “Whatever happens…in an hour, this will all be over.”
She sniffed and squeezed my fingers so hard they hurt. “Together. We’re in this together.”
I squeezed back.
I grabbed the second glass of vodka and tossed it back.
And together, we waited for what came next.
Chapter Twenty-Two
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Henri
COULD EMOTIONAL PAIN KILL A person?
Because I felt seconds away from death.
I couldn’t breathe, blink, think, or swallow.
My eyes locked on Ily, where she huddled next to Rachel. Their hands entwined, their thighs kissing. Two stunning women but only one of them had the power to reach into my chest and wrench out my godforsaken heart.
I swore I heard her in my head before.
The quietest whisper that she was okay.
Which was fucking ridiculous because she wasn’t okay. Rachel wasn’t okay. I definitely wasn’t okay.
None of this is okay!
I gagged on the thought that Q wasn’t coming. His life was over because of me. I’d killed him all because I’d confessed who I was instead of letting Victor shoot me. His maid had stupidly signed her signature next to mine on his death warrant the moment she let his biggest secret slip while on the phone to his greatest enemy.
No one is coming.
I can’t save her.
Can’t stop this.
Fuck!
Sweat poured down my back; my shirt stuck to my skin.
I was hot and cold, calm and crazy.
Not only had I gone mad thinking I could sense Ily without words, but I literally wouldn’t be able to get it up, even if Victor held a gun to my head.
Every urge and need sucked deep, deep in my belly, leaving me flaccid, limp, and sick.
