Ashton’s pulse surged, his body burning with an intensity that made him want to tear off his shirt, shred his coat, and set fire to his trousers.The source of the heat was currently twined around him like a vine, rubbing against him like a cat marking its territory.After she’d kissed him—long, hard, like she was reclaiming all the oxygen he’d stolen from her earlier—she’d hung to him like a tree sloth.He’d held her there, standing.They stayed like that until she was beginning to nod off.Gently, he tried to pry her hand from his neck.‘Come on, you need sleep,’ he murmured, voice rough.‘No…’ she protested, her grip tightening on him. ‘Clothes. Off.’‘You want me to take off your clothes? Change you into pyjamas?’ He was dying to oblige.‘No. You. Clothes. Off.’‘Mira—’‘O
It took me a long minute to figure out the question wasn’t a dream.Because Ashton repeated it. ‘Do you still have feelings for him?’‘Who?’‘Rhys.’‘Rhys who?’‘Granger.’‘Granger who?’Ashton’s chest rumbled overhead.I blinked, trying to focus. ‘Who’s that?’His grip on me loosened just a bit. ‘A nobody.’‘Who’s a nobody?’‘Never mind.’My lagging brain finally caught up to the night’s events and landed on a question I probably should have asked ten minutes ago: ‘What are you doing here?’‘Where? This is my car. We’re going home.’‘At the bar.’ I fumbled for my phone.‘What do you need?’ He dug it out of my handbag for me.‘To check. For a bug. I didn’t tell
Rhys shook his head so hard he almost toppled off the barstool.His bloodshot eyes were fixed on my hand as he reached for it again.‘Stop it!’ I snapped, yanking it back. ‘Don’t touch me.’He looked so damn pathetic.He opened his mouth—to apologise, maybe—but all that slurred out was, ‘You’ve got to lisss…’I gave him a shove. Not hard.But he still went down like a sack of wet laundry, collapsing sideways off the stool and hitting the floor with a thud.‘For God’s sake,’ I muttered.He made no effort to get up. Just sat there, back against the bar, legs splayed, head drooping onto his chest.Yvaine poked him with the tip of her high heel. ‘He’s not dead, is he?’‘Still breathing… I think.’ I leaned down for a closer look and nearly toppled over myself.The room swayed. Suddenly, there
Yvaine nodded. ‘Yeah. I wouldn’t have believed it if it weren’t you telling me. I mean, come on, who’d have thought Catherine isn’t really the Vances’ kid? The way they coddle her, you’d think she’s their only child. And this Jace character, her half-brother…’‘Rhys bailed him out,’ I said. ‘I guess he called Rhys after Catherine fainted.’Yvaine cackled. ‘Rhys is in for the shock of a lifetime. Thought he married a socialite, turns out she’s a swapped baby with a broke mother, and now she’s saddled with a gambling addict of a half-brother.’Her fingers twitched. ‘Are you sure I can’t post this? Come on, this is the scoop of the year!’I shook my head. ‘Catherine is going to hate your guts if she finds out you exposed the truth about her.’Yvaine snorted. ‘She already hates my guts, not that I care.’
‘Rhys called an ambulance,’ Yvaine said, ‘told his father the wedding had to be delayed, asked him to pacify the guests. You should’ve seen the look on Clive’s face, Mira. He looked like he was going to tear Rhys to pieces, kept shouting “What the hell is this?” and “What will the guests think?”’‘Yeah, that sounds like the Uncle Clive I know,’ I muttered.‘I’m with Rhys on this one, though. I mean, Catherine looked barely conscious, and the sweat on her face was visible all the way across the room.’I nodded. ‘Go on.’‘Rhys yelled, Clive yelled back. Louisa tried to intervene, but no one listened to her. Then Franklin and Caroline arrived and rushed straight to Catherine. All sorts of shouting followed. Everyone was scrambling. Then the ambulance came. Rhys and his sister Willow rushed out with Catherine on a stretcher. And that’s all I know.
‘I always wondered why my parents hated me so much. It wouldn’t have stung so badly if they were awful to everyone, but no, Franklin doted on Preston, his brother’s kid. Caroline smothered Catherine, and after Catherine left, she started lavishing all her affection on Serenna. Her niece. Not me.’I smiled bitterly. ‘For a while in middle school, I actually wondered if I wasn’t their child. Maybe I was adopted. Like in those old telly dramas.’Ashton nodded silently.‘But Jace told me something that finally made it make sense. I wasn’t the swapped baby; Catherine was. Caroline didn’t know she’d given birth to a stillborn. She didn’t know Catherine wasn’t hers. But… maybe on some level, she sensed it. A few years later, she started having nightmares—babies crying, babies turning into monsters. Coincidentally, the dreams started after I was born.’I stood up and started pacing, unable to keep still.‘And I think she looked at me and felt it. Knew it, somehow. That I wasn’t hers. She must