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He should only be glad that I am holding back my twin from taking revenge.
Eden sat in bed with his book propped on his knee, brow furrowed in confusion, when D’Angelo returned tonight and started to drag off his tie.
“I was cornered and given a message by Wilder,” D’Angelo simply said.
Eden’s dark gaze held D’Angelo’s, while D’Angelo jerkily pulled off his shirt to reveal the damage.
Eden’s eyes burned with a look that I was coming to recognize. “When are we sending a message back?”
Despite his obvious stiffness and pain, D’Angelo’s lips curled into a dangerous smile. “Tomorrow on the ice.”
Except, what message did we send? That we can hold Wilder back for a little bit but not stop him?
This will be much harder than we thought.
My heart hurts, as I place my palm on the largest bruise on D’Angelo’s side that looks like a boot print.
I shuffle down in the bed, resting my head against his bruised chest.
Why did he hide this from me?
Doesn’t he know that subs care for their doms too?
When he hurts, it hurts me.
D’Angelo spends so long planning how to care for his partners that he has forgotten that he needs support too.
I am happy that he has Fleet and his other friends, the Kinks, who act like a support network for him. But I want to be there for him too.
I am his boyfriend, right? Or did he hide this because despite what he promises me, he’ll only ever see me as his sub?
I shiver, desperately listening to thethump—thump—thump— of D’Angelo’s heart.
He’s alive.
I can hear the beat of D’Angelo’s heart, racing now. Feel the warmth of Robyn behind me, her breath on my neck, and her legs still thrown over mine.
Nothing will break us apart.
Right?
…Wilder winking at me…Little Birdie…
I nuzzle closer to D’Angelo, trying to quieten my mind.
It’s not working.
Exhaustion drags at me, but it makes no difference.
I’m not going to sleep tonight. I can feel it deep in my bones.
D’Angelo was the brave one during the game, however, despite his injuries. Nobody would have known that he had bruises underneath his jersey.
He wanted to hide them from the rest of the team.
Yet I shook my head. “They’re brothers, right? They’re going into battle for you. They deserve to know.”
I smile at the memory of the chirp that Neve texted to me before the game.
