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several weeks.
    “This isn’t a detail, Micah!” she shouted, her voice hitting
the thousands of multicolored books and bouncing back. “This is your mother! I
can’t believe you didn’t tell me.”
    The betrayal, the doubt in her eyes might as well have been
a fucking knife to my gut.
    She was right, damn it. I should have just talked to her
about it.
    “How long have you been keeping this secret from me?” she
asked.
    I crossed one foot over the opposite ankle, opting for an
indifferent pose. “Two weeks, give or take.”
    “Give or take,” she mocked.
    Ella looked to the ceiling, something she did when she was
trying to gather what little self-control she possessed. Three seconds passed
before her bright, unnaturally blue eyes returned to mine. Something petty and
mean danced in her gaze and I braced myself for whatever she was about to say.
    “You’ve been hiding this information since the last time we
fucked. Am I right?”
    I clenched my molars together to keep my anger in check,
something that rarely worked. The deep breath I drew in flared my nostrils and
fanned the flames coiling inside me.
    Fucking—a carnal meeting of bodies where pleasure dominated
and emotion had no bearing.
    I’d seen inside her head, knew her secrets, her past and her
desires. Ella had no idea what it meant to be truly fucked. Julian, her douche-bag
sire, had tried and failed. An uncontrolled burst of rage filled me at the
secondhand images rolling through my head. Julian on top of her, behind her,
buried deep inside her.
    In a few days, the day before the trial, the undead asshole
was holding some asinine party for Ella—a coronation ceremony I’d been informed
I couldn’t attend. If I did—or if Ella refused to go—the contract Julian’s team
of otherworldly attorneys had drafted when her sire had saved her life two
months ago would become void. Apparently, the opportunistic fuck had some way
to use his vampiric bond to harm her. The air shifted under the weight of my
emotion. Ella responded in kind. Her spine stiffened and her eyes darkened.
Swirling shadows danced within her irises—her predator, as she liked to call
it, was awake and drawing mine out.
    My voice was low, dangerous. “I thought we were above the
term ‘fucking’, but if you want to call it that, fine,” I ground out. “I found
out that night after I left you naked and passed out in bed.”
    The same night I’d stared into her eyes while I thrust into
her—completely consumed. The same night I’d made her come half a dozen times.
The same night I’d lain awake long after she’d fallen into the post-sex coma
she was prone to and watched her sleep like a man truly obsessed.
    “What other secrets—oh I’m sorry—details of your life haven’t
you told me?”
    I snorted, the disgruntled sound matching my mood. “Why does
there have to be anything else? I didn’t tell you because I didn’t know if it
was true. My mother, a key eyewitness, is the testimony we need for your trial.
Which, by the way, is in four days, you know, the one after that fucking party
you’re being forced to attend. I didn’t want to get your hopes up or let you
down if it didn’t pan out.”
    “Bullshit,” she seethed.
    I swept my tongue over my bottom lip. Some small, asinine
part of me held on to my secret with both stubborn hands and refused to part
with it. “I don’t think you understand the implications of what this
information means. Richard lied to me about my mother. He was the one who found
her with her brains blown to shit. He’s the one who sat me and Eli down and
told us to man the fuck up because our spineless mom had taken the coward’s way
out.” Rage built, consuming me. “Richard is in on this somehow, I can feel it
in my gut. If I’m right, the information Castro gave me has the potential to
bring down the entire Shadow Agency.”
    Hurt crinkled the corners of her eyes. “So why not tell me?”
    I shrugged and tried to find the right