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“I’m sorry I couldn’t stop others from touching you.”

Jareth inhaled as the two men pressed their foreheads together, acknowledging everything between them.

The hug started off as equals, two brothers finding each other. But it ended with Kas as the patriarchal one. The father figure who’d assumed responsibility for Jareth’s well-being years ago. Who still took that responsibility seriously and hated himself for hurting him. “I need to make sure I didn’t break you.” Stepping back, Kas looked Jareth up and down. “No fractures? No nausea?”

Jareth smirked. “I’ll live. I always do.”

Kas flinched. “And the others? Do they live?”

Jareth went deathly still. “I don’t know.”

Kas tripped backward, breaking their hold. “What do you mean, you don’t know?”

Jareth zipped up his jacket, doing his best to ignore the obvious bruises beneath his clothes. “It means you weren’t the only one trapped for the past eleven years.” Brushing past him, Jareth tripped a little as whatever injury Kas had done to his leg either sorted itself out or he flat out ignored it. Moving toward his backpack, he hissed between his teeth as he slung it onto his shoulder. “I need to rest and inhale some painkillers. We’ll talk later.” His tone gave no option but to agree.

Striding into the darkness, heading in the direction of Fables, he didn’t wait for us to follow.

CHAPTER FOUR

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I REMEMBERED.

I’d blacked out. Everything had gone white—like all the other moments when things had become too much with Gemma—but this time...I didn’t wake up with a chunk of my life missing.

I wasn’t left wondering what’d happened and what I’d done wrong; I’d known instantly.

I remembered running out of Fables after recalling how I’d raped Gemma in the library. I remembered my thoughts going dark and full of self-pity. I remembered running through the forest, barefoot like an animal, tearing through foliage as if leaves were rope trying to bind me.

I’d ripped off the splint around my healing arm. I’d done my best to outrun demons and memories, becoming fucking desperate with the need to be sane. To no longer have an endless headache. To be able to love the girl I’d fallen for. To be normal and no longer this broken beast.

And then, I’d heard her scream.

I’d run faster, searching for her in the dark.

I’d seen a man holding her, hurting her.

I’d lost myself to the violence that I’d buried every day of my existence.

And now...now I sat in the games room at Fables, sitting opposite a man I never thought I’d see again. A man who’d left me because I’d told him to. A man who was more stranger than brother.

What the fuck had happened to him?

Why did horrors flow in his eyes—different horrors to the ones we’d shared? Where had the scar on his cheek come from? Why had it takenhim eleven years to return?

Gemma sat perched on the armrest of the couch next to me, uncertain and unsure. She’d been jumpy ever since we’d arrived back at Fables, watching as Jareth had stalked inside without an invitation.

Not that he’d needed one.

This was his home as much as mine. Our prison. Our coffin.

I’d shadowed him as he stalked through the foyer and into the library. He’d slammed to a stop as his eyes fell on the carpet where I’d shot Storymaker and commanded everyone to leave. His back had stiffened, his breath had turned sharp, and he’d turned to me with a sickening grin on his face.

He didn’t speak. He didn’t need to.

We both remembered what’d happened here and that all those monsters were dead. Because of me.

I remembered everything.