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Rain. At the club, the bass thumps so hard I feel it in my teeth. The air is hot and smells like sweat, perfume and spilled liquor. “Rain!” Emma shrieks as soon as she spots me. “I thought you were dead,” she chirps, sounding offensively cheerful. Her eyes scan my face like a worried mama bear. “I hate the frown lines on your face. Come on, let’s get you something to drink so you can forget all about him.” “Em, I know I promised, but I can’t right now. I’m…” I trail off. What am I? Pathetic? Emotionally drained? Tired of breathing? Oh fuck you, Colt! “I’m just not feeling it. Colt broke up with me. Again.” “No. Absolutely the fuck not. I’m not letting you come all the way to mope about that asshole. He doesn’t get to win, Rain. He doesn’t get to ruin your Friday. You are going to get drunk, and you are going to get fucked. You will forget he exists. This is not negotiable.” Sometimes I can’t argue with her. I listen to her rant, and part of me knows she’s right. But the ot

Rain. I’m standing in a frozen triangle of hate. Brother? The word rings in my ears like it’s the most absurd word. My head snaps between both men. How the fuck is that possible. My shock lasts for one single breath before it shatters, replaced by a scalding, white-hot rage. Shoving myself away from Rhysand’s protective frame, I plant myself right in front of Colt who glares as if trampling me wouldn’t be enough to quell his anger. “You,” I hiss, my voice and my body shaking so hard. “You have a brother? A whole living, breathing human that you somehow never mentioned? In all the time we were dating? In all the years I’ve known you?” He’s the reason I made the most stupid mistake of my life, sleeping with my ex’s elder brother. “You didn’t think you’d be privy to everything that goes on in my life because you were my girlfriend, did you?” “You bastard.” I let out an ugly laugh. The few guests around us are staring with their champagne glasses frozen halfway to th

Rain. Surprise,” he says, dropping the sheer curtain and turning to me with a cruel, smug look on his face. You’re so fucked, Rain. Fucked. “Get out,” I grind out. “Oh, I’m going. Just had to see your face and just like I predicted, it’s so pathetic, Rain. You’re so desperate to get my attention that you actually fucked my brother just to get a rise out of me.” “You don’t get to talk about desperation. You lied to me for years. You’re the one getting married to a woman you swore was just your cousin. You get to move on to the next phase of your life, but I can’t move on to someone else?” “Not with him,” Colt snarls, taking a defensive step forward. “Not with him. You think I’m the worst man you’ve encountered? Then he’s poison. After all, we’re cut from the same cloth. He’s doing this just to hurt me and you turned out to be nothing but a convenient puppet.” His words sting, hitting dangerously close to home. “Go to hell, Colt,” I whisper, tears building behind my e

Rain. The wedding hall is a vision of white roses and crystal chandeliers, I spare only a quick glance. After a long search, I finally find Colt alone and corner him in a small, empty lounge. Colt impatiently adjusts his tie, looking handsome and so smug in his suit. “What do you want?” I soften my stance and close the distance between us, not about to waste time with words. The desperate need to reassert my dominance over his body is greater than his impatience. I slide my hand down his chest and let my fingers brush the fabric covering his groin. My smile is knowing and innocent. “What are you doing, Rain?” Colt stiffens, but he doesn’t push me away. Good sign. My hand loosens his belt and slides into the waistband of his pants. His breath hitches, a sound of surprise and recognition that sends a brief, triumphant surge through me. “Rain…” he warns, but his eyes stray down to the plunge of my dress and linger. “Tell me you don’t feel anything as I touch yo

Rain. The cab screeches to a halt, and I barely wait for the engine to cut out before shoving the fare at the driver and stumbling out. My dress is crumpled, my body feels like a lightning rod, scorched by Rhysand, yet vibrating with the need to face Colt. I fumble the key into the lock, the adrenaline from the car crash sex still thrumming beneath my skin. I throw the door open and freeze. Colt is here. But he is not the smug, groom I expect. He is crumpled on my living room sofa, his tailor-made suit jacket tossed carelessly on the floor. His head is buried in his hands, and the ragged, broken sound filling the room is unmistakable. He’s crying. My heart, that foolish, fragile organ, clenches so tightly it steals my breath. “Colt. What is it?” I rush forward, forgetting the car, forgetting Rhysand, forgetting the wedding. “Why are you crying? What’s wrong?” He lifts his face, and it’s a wreck. His eyes are red-rimmed, his handsome features