Savage Little Lies (Court Legacy 2)

“You’ll deal with it,” I said right as my phone rang again. I looked at it hoping it was Callum, but when I saw Dorian’s name, I lowered my phone. I let it go to voicemail, and seeing that, my brother frowned.

“Why aren’t you talking to him?” He raised a hand. He directed a finger toward the phone. “He needs to talk to his friend if the guy pissed you off.”

I wished it were that easy.

I made no moves to do anything, and rolling his eyes, Bru got up. He put his jacket on, going to the door, but I grabbed his arm. “What are you doing?”

He eased his arm out of my hand. “Getting some food. I saw some vending machines when we came in.” When I eyed him, he shot it right back. He gripped his arms. “The guys were about to get pizza, remember? I never got to eat it, and I’m fucking starving.”

“Well, call a pizza here, then.”

“I will, but I need something before it gets here.”

I didn’t like the sound of him leaving the room, but I didn’t think Ares followed us out there. I didn’t see anyone following us. I pointed a finger. “You come right back.”

“I will.” He popped his collar. “And relax. You’re acting weird.”

If he knew what I’d seen in that office, he wouldn’t say that, but since he hadn’t, he simply shook his head at me. He left, the door clicking behind him, and I ventured outside too.

I watched him as far as I could before he disappeared around the corner, feeling really that paranoid. Ares was acting completely psycho, and I really didn’t want my brother or me around him.

My phone buzzed, a text this time.

Dorian: Look. I talked to Wolf.

My heart raced.

Dorian: Call me please. I don’t know why you haven’t or

why you aren’t answering my calls, but you can. You can talk to me. You have me, little fighter. I told you that. I’m in your corner, so if you’re running, you don’t have to. I got you always.

The thing was he didn’t even have to say it.

Because I knew it.

I hadn’t wanted to forgive Dorian Prinze. I hadn’t wanted to love him, but that feat proved to be as impossible as forgetting him. Even when he’d gone and hurt me so bad, I couldn’t will him from my thoughts. He was embedded, a part of me, and because he was, I physically couldn’t bring myself to hurt him.

And that news about Ares would.

If his friend truly was conflicted, I could think of nothing more than the hurt that’d cause Dorian himself. Ares wasn’t only his best friend, but his brother. Something like that would kill Dorian, and he already had too much hurt.

You really do love him.

Dorian: Please, little fighter.

Dorian: We need to talk, and I need you to come back. Wherever you are, just come back to me.

Dorian: I love you.

I loved him too. So much, and if me wanting to protect his heart wasn’t that, I didn’t know what was. It pained me to even think about coming between him and his friend.

God, I love him so much.

Me: I did run. I’m sorry. I got scared. You said you talked to Ares?

I hoped he had. Like I said, I couldn’t do that to him.

My phone rang in the next second, Dorian again. I felt relief like I never had, and that only reaffirmed my previous thoughts. I was completely in love with him. I needed him.