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“Forgive me, Miss Sinclair-Bowden. I truly wish there was another way.” “Mr. Dumont, don’t—” Bang! Pain ripped through my chest. Darkness came for me again, and didn’t let go.
“...hadn’t come to this...” “...no other way...” “Winter.” Voices mingled in my head. Teasing me. Taunting me.
“There’s no time!” My eyes snapped open. Shooting up, ferocious pain ripped through my chest, tearing a cry from my lips. I hunched over, gasping and clutching my stomach.
“What the fuck?” I croaked, stumbling on the same black-and-white carpet. Pressing against the window only provided more proof of what I didn’t want to believe. I was not in Regalia anymore. “Luna.” I turned slowly, meeting Leon Dumont’s gaze.
“It didn’t work because I never answer the call myself. I value my members, but they’re all a bunch of fucking criminals.”
“Ugh, you’re such an asshole! What did Mom ever see in you?” “I’m fantastic in bed.” I blew back. “What in the hell. Are you trying to make up for eighteen years of not mentally scarring me for life!” “Course. Now we’re together, I’ve got to make up for lost time.”
“My goodness, woman, you’re gorgeous.” My mother did something she’s never done in my eighteen years of life. Burst out giggling.
“What else have you been doing for the last eighteen years?” “Luna!” Mom cried. Alistair howled. “Don’t worry, El. We have the lovingly antagonistic relationship only a father and daughter can have. She’s got to give me shit to make sure I don’t get too comfortable.”
“I’m your daughter. Don’t compare me to Satan.”
“I knew you weren’t gone,” he whispered. “I knew you wouldn’t leave me.”
“On a psychopath scale of hamsters to Everleigh, what are we dealing with?”
Alistair: Got plans for dinner tonight? I want you to see where I’m staying. You’ll know where to go if anything happens. Me: Don’t think I can tonight. I’ve got a list of out-of-the-way cabins that I have to creep around at night, looking for a murderer. Alistair: If you had sent that to any other father...
“No one wants to date a copy of themselves,” he had told me. “Average person has too much self-loathing for that.”
I’ve come to understand your relationship has been antagonistic up to this point.” “Understatement of the century,” I said. “That hellbeast started this war. She’s just mad I won.” “You—!”
She launched off the couch. “You’re dead, Sinclair!” I jumped off. “I’m taking you with me!”
I thought I lost you. Now that I have you back, I’m not wasting a second worrying about what-ifs.
“Luna Sinclair-Bowden is actually Luna Burkhardt.” “I love you, but I will leave you at the altar if you call me that again.”
Sorry, Pops. I smiled sweetly at my man. Anyone who stands in our way has to go. But don’t worry, I’ll set you up with a nice retirement package.
“Go in. If he’s not there, fuck with his stuff and make it look like an accident. He’s got a vase in there worth half a mill.” Shrugging, he winked. “Payback for not believing Winter.” “My gosh, I’d marry you right now if there was a priest in this building.”
“I’ll never be good enough for you,” he said, smiling. “But I’m too selfish not to take advantage of the fact that you think I am.”
“What a manipulative, diabolical troll you are.” “See? I am a Burkhardt.”
Victor had a dark side that rivaled Cato. Whenever he reminded me, it was all I could do to keep my pants on.
“Tambourine?” “Everyone gets a turn banging you.”
As it is, I’m told you have many paramours.” “I wouldn’t say many,” I gruffed.
“Who am I? A Burkhardt?” “You’re Alistair’s daughter.”
It was real. He was real.
