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“And Wilder didn’t.” Is it bad that I take such schadenfreude in that?
“Don’t faint.” Eden doesn’t let go of D’Angelo.
“I make no promises.” D’Angelo is grinning. “Worth it.”
“You’re not going anywhere.” I grin so hard that my cheeks ache. “You’re staying right here and celebrating with Eden, me, and the rest of your team because we’ve earned this. You’re watching, while finally we take revenge on Wilder. Look…”
D’Angelo follows the direction that I am pointing, before a slow, cold smile spreads across his face.
His shoulders relax, and he stops shaking. “Truly worth it. I feel better than I have in years.”
I’m pointing at Wilder, who has fallen in horror to his knees.
In front of his teammates, his rivals, the crowds, the millions watching at home, and the press who are now filming and taking photographs of his defeat, he’s the loser.
This will be his legacy. The last memory of him that the world will hold.
That I will.
Wilder is breathing hard, slamming his gloved hand into the ice.
When he raises his gaze to lock with mine, his expression is devastated.
He’ll be left forever with the nightmare, just like he’s left both D’Angelo and me with nightmares.
Never breaking eye contact with my ex-husband, I push myself up onto my tiptoes to kiss D’Angelo.
D’Angelo and I have won.
Wilder’s lifelong dream has been crushed. Finally, I can move on together with my new lovers, without him crushing mine.
I’m high on the thrill, feeling more powerful and independent than I have since I came back to Freedom.
Tomorrow, I will celebrate.
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
On the RACK, Freedom
Robyn
I starearound in amazement at On the RACK, which has been transformed by Everett into a dark, twisted Oz for Saturday’s invite only fetish event. “This is incredible. The whole club has been so transformed that I don’t know where we should explore first.”
I am overwhelmed but in the best way.
Standing in the entrance, the intoxicating scent of absinthe and cool mint floods over me. Fragments of old wooden signs and gingham fabric hang from the walls.
Flickering emerald lights strobe over the dance floor, which is thick with waves of dry ice.
When I tip back my head, I grin at the projections of storm clouds and swirling debris on the ceiling.
Wow, Everett and Cassian have outdone themselves. I am proud of both them and Eden.
Never underestimate the power of books; they’ve brought out the best in my shy friends and lover.
“Dee reminded me, before he left earlier to prepare the private room, which Cassian set aside to be quiet for him,” Shay replies, “to look for a yellow brick road…”
“Should wefollowit, huh?” I laugh before I force myself to frown.
