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Lucian pulled me back, and I exited the room with him, leaving Jane β God, I hated the word β on the floor. I hated it. But I would have been a liar if I said the obedient side of her didn't stir something deep inside me. Something I had spent my whole life to get rid of.
Lucian closed the door and then turned to me. "I say you go first, and then if you're right and we're both thinking the same thing, then I won't feel like such a sick fuck as I do right now."
I scowled. "I swear to God, sometimes I wonder how the fuck you and I can be related."
"Small things, cousin. Now spill."
With narrowed eyes, I stared at him while crossing my arms. "I don't have to spell it out, Lucian."
"I know you don't, but I'd prefer it if you do."
I pulled my palm down my face, the stubble of my five o'clock shadow scratching against my skin. "Janeβ¦ she's aβ¦you know. She's aβ¦"
"A what?"
