that the St. Michaels keep
you locked up in that training room. No wonder you’re seeing shit,
love. You need fresh air and to run free, outside.”
“Even though you just made me sound like a
dog, I appreciate the sentiment,” I retort.
He pulls his brows in confusion before
releasing a light laugh. “Sorry. In no way did I mean to compare
you to a dog. But, if you want, I can throw tennis balls and have
you fetch them for me.”
“Nah, I’m good today. Thanks though.” I
offer a small smile. I like this side of Gage.
“Fair enough. Let’s hit the trail,” he
commands.
I stand rooted in my spot nervously. “Asher
really doesn’t like me being out in the open.”
The statement is lame. I know it. Gage knows
it. However, historically, it’s been proven that my luck is shit
when outdoors.
Gage just stands in deep thought for a time.
“You can’t hide forever, love. You’re no safer in the house than
you are out here. Regardless of what your dark prince says, you
need to start living again. Besides, you’ve got me. What could
possibly happen?” he asks in an overconfident tone, motioning his
hands down his fine-looking body.
I roll my eyes. “I don’t know, Gage. What
could happen? I mean, maybe this is what you want. Me, out in the
woods, alone, so Deacon can get his hands on me,” I state as a
matter of fact.
His eyes connect with mine before he nods
his head in understanding. “I get it. You don’t trust me, but Asher
seems to believe that I can keep you safe, and you have faith in
him.”
“Right. Okay then, let’s go for a run.” I
turn toward the path but Gage’s quiet voice stops me, forcing me to
spin back toward him.
“Why do you trust Asher so blindly and me
not at all?” Gage asks almost inaudibly.
I pause for a moment, taken aback by the
question. “He’s never given me a reason not to trust him. You, on
the other hand, are like a game of chess. There are no ulterior
motives where he is concerned.”
Gage smiles but it’s forced. “That you know
of.”
“Your issues with Asher and his family, over
Camilla, are not my affair.”
“He has lied to you on multiple occasions,
and yet, you just accept him at face value?”
“Asher has twisted the truth, but it’s been
done for my protection.”
“So he tells you,” Gage states coolly.
I sigh. “Yes, Asher has told me some
untruths. I can assure you though each one was done strategically
and with thought only of my safety. I’ve never been thrown, on
purpose, into harm’s way with him. It’s his life’s mission to
protect me. Do I blindly give him my loyalty and forgive his
missteps? Yes. That’s how unconditional love works, Gage. As
someone who was once mated, I know you know this.” I hold my
stance.
Gage runs his fingers over his lip in
contemplation. “Unconditional love? Are you saying that you’re in
love with him?”
I go rigid. Shit. I need to watch what I
say and to whom I say it. Crap.
“If that is the case, love, it isn’t
allowed. You’re his charge. The prince is under oath. I would have
thought you learned your lesson at the council trial,” Gage
offers.
“Asher hasn’t broken his oath. I might feel
that way for him, but he hasn’t said he feels that way for me.” I
back peddle. Crap. I have to remember not to trust Gage.
He lets out a large bark. “What do you
really know about Asher St. Michael?”
“Everything I need to,” I respond.
“Then you are more naïve than I originally
thought.”
“Are you suggesting I don’t really love
him?” I cross my arms and narrow my eyes.
“The bond makes you think you do, that you
can’t be without him. It’s why you’re suffering now. The mood
swings, the crawling of your skin and the constant ache from not
having the energy hum. It’s all part of the bond. Not love. What
you have is infatuation and desire, perhaps even a crush. I’m not
so sure you’re in love with him though.” His statement is lined
with incredulity.
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