Lewis laughed again. “He’ll agree because he’s too stupid not to. And if he doesn’t? Then we arrange it in a way that makes him look unaware. Maybe even betrayed. That’ll break him enough to cooperate on disposing Nadine.”
My entire body trembled. I thought they had reunited as brothers. I thought they had healed.
But no.
Lewis continued, colder now. “I never made peace with Maxon. I just like using him. And Nadine.” Then, with disgustingly casual confidence: “Both of them are tools.”
Something crashed inside me — the last fragile piece of hope.
Then Victoria whispered something I couldn’t hear, and Lewis groaned. Their voices grew softer, breathier, then dissolving into hungry moans that made bile rise in my throat.
I couldn’t listen anymore.
When I finally left the bedroom, eyes red but dry, I found Maxon in the kitchen. Pretending to be Lewis.
He was humming while setting plates on the table. When he saw me, his smile brightened. “Good morning, love. Did you sleep well?”
A lie wrapped in honey.
I stared at him, numb. “Fine.”
His brows pulled together, concerned. “You look pale. Are you feeling sick? Do you want me to take you to the doctor?”
I shook my head quickly. “No. I’m okay.”