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She didn’t knohere Edge had gone or when he would return If he would return Perhaps she should not have sent him away Twice
But his lie burned and burned
Edge is Mr Bunny
Edge is a liar By omission, but a liar The worst kind of liar—a stupid liar who didn’t even have enough respect for her to realise she would find out She almost wished she had discovered he had a mistress
She turned over again, grinding her teeth No, that wasn’t true But it felt equally a betrayal
The bastard! The son of a flea-bitten, s were far more reliable and faithful
And loving
What a fool she was to trust him—fool that she was, she’d read into his quiet and calm all manner of depths that he did not possess in the least She’d truly believed Edge would never betray her Her world had always stood on shaky ground Growing up, she’d never knohere they ht be the next year, whether herback the veil of pain or whether she and her brothers would be mostly left to their own devices
Like the desert of ever-changing dunes, she could never know from year to year what the landscape would look like, but even in a world built upon shifting sands there were soht Her sense of stability should not depend on hie It left her adrift Threw her back years and years to when they’d been plucked froan to understand Venice they’d been plucked up again and taken to Egypt like so ether in that unpredictable adult world
She’d believed without question that Lucas and Chase would defend her up to and through the very gates of hell She believed Edge would take her seriously even when he wanted to strangle her, would watch over her even when they wished each other at the devil and would never ever lie to her, even when she’d wanted him to Ever since she could think rationally she’d concluded he and her brothers were the only beings on this earth she truly trusted
Had trusted
She’d needed to trust him and he’d taken that away from her as well She didn’t knohere that left her world
She could kick herself for being such a fool No She’d rather kick him He was a sneaksby, a coward, an inconsiderate lump of cloddish muck you scraped from a camel’s hoof She wished she could push him off a thousand temple roofs and he would land on a bed of spiky sabaar
She froze as the connecting door between their rooht fro room
She had not even heard hi so stealthily
She closed her eyes very slowly, as if the mereshe could do to relax the tension in her body without being obvious, but she hoped he understood the silent ht he could waltz into her bedroo late from his club