Page 57 of Our Deceptive Heat
She wanted him.
I glare at the side of his head, willing him to do something, anything to fix this, but he is stone. I get nothing from him.
Where the fuck is Tyr?
Envy looks over his shoulder, staring straight at her, and the hopeful expression disappears. Now she just looks too raw, too bruised. Defeated. I don’t want to see defeated on this omega’s face. She fought too hard; she tried too hard.
Envy sighs heavily and turns back to look out the window. His rejection of her feelings clear to see. It’s raining, and I can’t help but think how appropriate it is for this moment.
Envy is closed off. I can’t feel him in the bonds, which makes me want to pin him against the cold glass and push him until he tells me what the hell is wrong with him.
I reach out and touch his shoulder, and for a second, just one, I catch his emotions. Fear. Potent and thick. I withdraw my hand, staring at his back in confusion.
“Envy?” Ryn whispers hopefully.
I stare at him, trying to figure out what that was. What is he so afraid of? What could freak him out that much?
Envy lets out a distressed sound so quiet I almost don’t hear it.
Oh, shit.
Chapter eighteen
Digs
Can’t regret your smile.It’s worth all of my tears- Dillon ‘Digs’ Fate
She’s got a blanket wrapped around her and tears streaming down her cheeks. She’s not sobbing, her tears are silent, like they are overflowing emotion. There is so much pain in the air, and it smells like burned coconut. She clutches the blanket in front of her chest, her bare feet sticking out, looking so small and bruised.
“Envy,” her whisper is hopeful.
His shoulders stiffen, but he doesn’t turn away from the window. If her tears are the only sign she’s hurting, then his silence is the only sign he is.
People think I can’t see these things, but sometimes, the only things that are clear to me are people’s emotions.
I can see clear as day in this moment how much they care about each other and how much we’ve hurt him.
Did we make the wrong choice?
I’m frozen with a hand on the kitchen table that I remember my dad building when I was a kid. I don’t have a top on, just a loose pair of track pants.
“The heat’s over, yes?”
“Envy.” Her voice is softer now, less hopeful.
Yeah, me, too, Ryn, me, too.
Tyr stalks out, fully dressed, and walks to the window.
Envy turns with a smile that is as fake as the artificial plants on the kitchen windowsill. “Are you ready to get back on the tour?”
Damn, we’ve fucked up bad.
Tyr tries to touch him, but he flinches and twitches out of reach.
“I’m going to go and wait with Tony. The plane is being readied now.”
With that, Envy walks stiffly out of my family home. I run my hand over my short beard, tugging at it as I shift my eyes to Mako, who is white, his lips pressed into a line that seems to convey all the feelings in my chest.
