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They held me immobile.

Turning my head, I stared at John. “I trusted you.” My voice was raw.

He didn’t release me.

My heart crumpled.

It hurt.

I looked away, unable to handle the sight of the people I’d thought I’d spend my life with turning on me.

They were ripping out my heart and stomping on the already broken pieces.

There was nothing left inside.

The fight left me.

Insides melting, I slumped forward. The twins’ grip kept me from face-planting onto the edge of the tub, smashing my face open, and bleeding out.

Another missed opportunity.

“Why didn’t you tell us?” Scorpius snarled like a broken record as he pulled the shower curtain wide so all the men could lean over me. Cage me inside the shower.

Tears welled.

My eyes burned.

I tilted my head forward and let my hair obstruct my face because there was no way I would cry in front of these men. They didn’t deserve it.

“WHY would you keep this secret?” John’s voice cracked as he asked, his harsh grip softened, and he shifted so he was half hugging, half holding me up. “How could you not tell us?”

He sounded dejected.

I stayed limp.

It wasn’t their problem that I didn’t have a soul. It was their problem that I hated them and would never talk to any of them ever again.

Callused fingers wrapped around my chin, and Luka tipped my head up, so I was staring at him.

His face contorted with pain as he asked, “Aran, how could you not tell us that you feel pain every time you were aroused?”

My thoughts blanked.

“Oh,” I breathed out as my lips parted. So that was what this all was about? Exhaustion, confusion, and relief washed over me.

Then, like his words had detonated a bomb, the men exploded.

Chapter 44

Aran

COMPROMISES

Metanoia (noun): a transformative change of heart.

DAY 30: HOUR 15

Malum bellowed like a wounded animal and whirled.