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D’Angelo is having a nightmare.
I shift to wrap my arms around him. His heart is beating faster. He’s panting in fear.
I know not to wake him up. It’s normal for me to have nightmares. And sometimes, Eden too.
But not D’Angelo.
Why is he suddenly having nightmares?
He moans again. “Stop! No, no… I scored…”
This is about hockey? Hazing?
Wilder?
I stroke D’Angelo’s sweaty hair behind his ear.
I wish that I could do more. At least I am awake. I’m here. I’ll stay awake and watch over him.
I would spend my life doing this for D’Angelo, if he only wants me enough — and doesn’t send me away.
“It’s okay, darlin’,” I murmur. “It’s just a dream. I’m right here. Robyn and Dee too. You’re safe.”
But the problem is, he’s not.
Are any of us?
It pierces my heart.
Someone helped Wilder to attack D’Angelo. Someone wants us to lose on the ice and to be destroyed off it.
As D’Angelo whines in distress, while I hush him, I know that something is more wrong with him than I know.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Freedom Mansion
Robyn
Yawning,I nestle next to D’Angelo in bed. The pale morning light streams through the arched windows over silver sheets that D’Angelo is adjusting around me with a compulsive neatness. His fingers have constantly been fiddling with the edges for the last five minutes. Has he even noticed?
I stroke over the back of his hand, and finally his fingers still.
It’s unusual for D’Angelo to be dressed in nothing but silk pajama pants this late. I intend to take advantage of this rare time relaxed together in bed just the two of us.
Normally, I’m the one lazing around, while D’Angelo is up at the crack of dawn, dressed in a full suit.
But then, since he’s as clever as the Devil and twice as beautiful, maybe he needs to be dressed smartly to make deals.
“What are you thinking about?” D’Angelo cocks his brow.
“Just wondering how many souls you own.”
“My cucciolo would say that I have his eternal soul collared and leashed.” D’Angelo reaches up to cup my cheek. “What about you, cara mia?”
My breath hitches. “It depends. What do I get out of the deal?”
D’Angelo laughs.
