Anarchy (Hades, #2)

by Tate James

Cass twitched a micro-smile. "I thought accountant was code for sex worker, not hitman."

"No," I gasped out, wiping a shaking hand over my mouth. "No, you do not get to play that game, Zayden De Rosa. You made your choice years ago. You don't get to suddenly change your mind the second I start falling for someone else." I started to leave the kitchen, and he spat a curse, then followed and grabbed my arm to stop me. "Dare, that's not—" "Not what?" I screamed, jerking my arm free and whirling around to give him the full force of my years-old hurt. "You broke my heart, Zed. Is that what you want to hear from me? You're the only person to ever break my heart. But I sucked it up and dealt with it. You offered me friendship and I took it. You're my best friend and nothing more." "Jesus, Dare, that was six years ago, and you were engaged to my best friend! What the fuck was I supposed to do? I didn't know. I had no idea what he was—" He broke off scrubbing a hand over his face. "I thought I was doing the right thing." The backs of my eyes burned, but no tears welled up. I seriously wondered if I'd lost the ability to cry like a normal human. "Well, look how that turned out," I whispered,

"I said it in my letter, but I need to say it again, aloud, to make sure you believe it." His rough hand cupped my face, and his nose brushed mine. "I love you, Red."