Page 71 of Hate Hex


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“38%?” Vix said looking at me. “That’s not nothin’.”

I cleared my throat, trying not to feel bothered by the unexpected popularity in the polls. “I didn’t ask for it.”

“Maybe that’s the point.” Vix eyed me critically. “Maybe that’s exactly why people like you.”

“Doesn’t matter anyway,” I said. “Not only is that not a majority, but I’ve broken all sorts of rules.”

“Doesn’t stop write-ins,” Vix muttered. “Just saying.”

I rolled my eyes. “Has anyone ever been elected by write-ins?”

“There’s a first time for everything. Including skipping out on a debate and still coming in second place.”

“Look, I’ve got to go back to my place,” I said. “I need a nap. And coffee. Or wine. Or maybe spiked coffee.”

“Trixie—” Dom pulled me against him, waiting while the camera crew got the idea and sidled out of the sitting room and back into the kitchen. “Are you okay?”

“I’ll be fine,” I said. “It’s just a lot.”

“Is there anything I can do for you?”

“Honestly, I just want to talk to Emmy and drink coffee and watch Netflix for a couple of hours.”

Dom laughed. “How very normal of you.”

“That’s all I’ve ever wanted. Normal. Plus, I want to break the news of what’s happening between us to Emmy before she catches wind of it from a reporter or something.”

“I understand.” Dom brushed a kiss against my forehead. “I’ll be up here, dealing with the PR team. Reach out to me when you’re ready for company?”

I kissed him gently on the lips. “Promise. Thanks for looking out for me. I appreciate it.”

“Hey,” he murmured in my ear. “I love you, Trixie. And if you do want to move in—”

I raised a finger and pressed it to his lips.

Dom smiled behind my finger. “Too soon?”

“Too soon,” I said. “Let’s get through the election, and your brother, and the apartment building sale first. Then we’ll discuss.”

“Deal.”

One more kiss, and then we split ways. As I rode the elevator down, I breathed a sigh of relief. The morning—heck, the whole night—had been one insane whirlwind after another, but the one thing that was constant was my trust in Dom.

I trusted him to handle this. He’d take care of the election garbage and the publicity stunts. Then tomorrow, after the election, it would all be over. Next, we’d focus on his brother. The sale of the apartment building. When that was all said and done, then maybe we could finally focus on what life would look like together without any of the current distractions, what a normal life as a normal couple might become.

“Em, you’re never going to believe what happened.” I unlocked the door, used my foot to kick it open, and sidled inside. “Did you see the end of the debate last night when Levian—omigod, Emmy!”

I tilted my head up to find my cheerful roommate tied to a chair with a patch of duct tape slapped over her mouth. Her aura screamed fear at me in a way that shook me to my core.

“Emmy, are you okay?!” I rushed to her, ripped the tape off, sliced a kitchen knife through the rope on her hands. “What happened?”

“A couple of guys came through in masks. But sweetie...” Tears squeaked out of Emmy’s eyes. “They were looking for you.”

Chapter 22

Dominic

It felt like raw magic was about to burst out of me. The only problem was that I didn’t have a lick of magic in my bones. But the amount of anger and fear I’d felt when I’d arrived at Trixie and Emmy’s shared apartment pumped my adrenaline to a whole new level.

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