Zander
Jude froze, his mouth hung open, and then he shut it. He squinted at me, backed up, then looked me up and down.
“Just say something,” I spat; the silence felt taut between us.
“Are you…” He sighed, running a hand through his hair over and over. “Are you...sure?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“But she—”
“I know.”
“Then how?” he demanded.
“I knew at the auction; that is why I bought her,” I told him. “No one else could be allowed to have her. I would have paid for her ten times over.” Eres growled through me.
Jude blinked and walked to my bar, grabbing an entire bottle and plopping on the chair across from me, taking a long swig. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
He set the bottle on the desk, and I reached for it, drinking deeply and closing my eyes. “I was trying to figure it out.” I shru
