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The only other person in the world who had answers when it came to the sentence lodged in his neck.
And if he was heat bonded, like I think he was, she could bring him back.
I could almost see the realisation dawning in his eyes as he looked between me and Bella.
He could take a chance with Ace’s sanity and be free of me at last.
“Please…”The word took everything I had, and still barely sounded right.
“IfI take him,” Bella went on. “No one finds out what a bad boy he’s been—they won’t come for her for what he did…”
Shit…
Rogue knew what I was doing here. What trouble we could be in if anyone learned.
“You have her already,” Bella whispered. “You don’t need him.”
Rogue’s gun arm lagged, dropping just an inch.
…No…
But Bella was still talking, silver tongue working while I could barely move. “Put a bullet in my skull, and he’ll put one in yours. Or you could go back to her safe and sound. Doesn’t she need you right now?”
His teal gaze met mine, and I knew the truth.
Rogue finally had everything.
His freedom.
His scent match.
Thistle waited for him, like the nightmare that waited for me.
I’d broken him over and over, driven him to insanity, stripped him of dignity and freedom, and now he was going to leave me on the doorstep of hell itself.
Bella was handing him the world, and all he had to do for that happily ever after was nothing at all.
EPILOGUE
Three and a half years ago
ACE
Thistle’s skin brushed mine, a calming, destructive cure.
A fix to a problem that marked my only vulnerability—one I couldn’t shake, no matter how I tried to free myself of her.
It had been almost a year, and she didn’t know the full truth. Not because I’d hidden it, exactly, though I’d never been direct. But Thistle had concluded herself that her connection with me was one-sided, and I hadn’t challenged that.
She thought, when I chose to sleep with her, she was the winner of all the options I had.
She didn’t know I was repulsed by most connections in life—that there was barely an Omega in the world I looked at twice.
My connection with Glade, like every other connection I had, held value within the nature of what it symbolised. What it meant for me.
Nothing more. Never more.
But now, Glade was the only evidence remaining that I wasn’t chained.
