Page 83 of Dark Soul

Her mind flew to Dark.

Does he know what had happened?

If Dark’s friend had survived … and that was a big if, there was a chance he’d know.

But would he come after them?

Probably not, after the things you said to him.

Alexia walked back to the mattress and sat down again. The door wouldn’t open, and there was no point in wasting energy on a locked door.

She realized now she hadn’t been fair to Dark.

The fact is, she’d been lying to him, too, the whole time—by omission, if nothing else.

And she wished she hadn’t been so harsh. She wished she’d given them both more of a chance.

Before coming to Gstaad, she’d thought revenge was all she had to live for. But these last weeks with Dark had made her realize there might be more—and that maybe the two of them, together, could figure it out.

I think I love him.

And she realized how crazy she sounded.

There was so much she didn’t know about him.

But maybe that was okay.

Maybe one didn’t need to know everything about a person to love them.

Nikolai snored softly from the mattress beside hers, the gentle sound steeling her resolve.

She didn’t want to die, and she wasn’t about to let Nikolai get hurt—not if there was anything she could do to stop it from happening.

That means you need to be ready for when he comes back.

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Dark

“Could you please stop that?” Rogue asked without bothering to look up. There were three laptops in front of him now.

Dark realized the IT specialist was talking to him.

“Sorry,” he said. He’d gotten up to stretch his legs and hadn’t been able to stop pacing since. He rubbed his eyes, gritty from lack of sleep.

“It’s okay. I just need a bit of quiet.”

There had been plenty of quiet in the hours since they’d gotten back to the house.

So much quiet, Dark didn’t know what to do with himself anymore.

He bit his tongue to stop himself from asking Rogue again what was going on. The man had made it very clear, as soon as he had anything to share, he would.

Slate was the only one resting—the blow to his head must have been worse than he’d let on, since he hadn’t complained when his brother set him down on the couch on one side of the games room after cleaning his wound.

“Are you sure you should be sleeping?” Ash had asked.