“Yes, I fucking get it, Devon. I get it more than anyone,” she snaps. “I have to live in her shadow. I have to be second best. Just once, I wanted to be first with you. I wanted a bond with you that no one could break. So yes, I wanted her out of the picture. Other Liv said she would be fine. I didn’t want her to die, I just wanted to be first.” She sighs and adds bitterly, “But even then, you found someone else to put before me.”

Cole.

Devon purses his lips. This whole situation has been a nightmare. It is time to end it. He is done caring what happens to her and Lizzie will protect him from Constantine and his wrath when he finds out he left Jess to go Rogue. “Pack your bags and get out,” he says to her.

She is at his side in an instant, her eyes once again filling with tears. “No, Devon. Please. I will do better. I will make it up to you and to Liv. I promise. Please don’t throw me out,” she begs him, but his mind is made up and his heart has turned to stone.

“Please,” she whispers as she drops to her knees at his feet. “Please, don’t leave me. I can’t bear to be without you. I will suffer. You know that.” The fear in her voice gives him pause. But he cannot forgive her treacheries.

“You should have thought about that before you sided with the enemy,” he says coldly, and he turns to the door. “Don’t be here when I get back.”

He hears her sobs as he heads downstairs, but he pays it no mind. He goes to the library to pour himself the biggest bourbon known to man, and to celebrate his freedom.

Chapter 17

The Underworld, March 2014 – Lincoln

Lincoln stares hard at the house next door, just wishing for a glimpse of her to see if she is all right. He wants to go to her, but she gave up on him. On them. He should stay away, give her some time to realize what a mistake she has made.

“Lincoln? Are you listening to me?” Chrissy asks him and it brings him back to the matter at hand. He looks at her and she sighs. “We should do the Pairing soon. The Pack is getting nervous, and you aren’t looking any better.”

“I’m fine,” Lincoln says. “And we aren’t doing anything. Liv will come back. She will. We belong together.”

“No, you don’t. She is a selfish bitch who left you. I am what you need, not her,” Chrissy says and stamps her foot.

“Call her that again and I will beat you,” Lincoln snarls at her.

She looks abashed but stands her ground. “She is no good for you. I can be everything you need. Everything,” she says.

“No,” he says again, shaking his head. “I will get her back and we will be together again.” He stalks off, leaving Chrissy fuming in his bedroom, but he isn’t concerned about her. His heart is broken and there is only one way to fix it. He blames himself entirely. He shouldn’t have said what he did to her. He pushed her away when he didn’t mean to. He just wanted to explain to her what was going on with him. He thought she would understand and come to him. Be with him for a few days and make it better. He had no idea she would break it off with him and break his heart in the process. He doesn’t understand why she has done it. She said she wasn’t one of them, but he doesn’t understand it. She never explained it properly to him, he needs to know. He sprints out of the house and across the lawns, up the terrace steps, and bursts into her library. He startles her and her sire and they sit up from the sofa. Liv has been crying and Constantine, while fully healed, looks like he went ten rounds with

the only other being who could do that much damage to him…

Oh, crap.

He gulps. “Liv? Is everything okay?”

“What are you doing here?” she asks, standing up.

“Just tell me you are okay,” he pleads.

“I’m fine,” she says, and he knows she is lying. “You should go.”

“No,” he says, coming closer. “I need to know what’s going on. Why did you give up on us?” He doesn’t care that Constantine has risen from the sofa and is glowering at him. He looks intimidating in his torn clothes with dried blood all over his face, hands, and shirt, but Lincoln is not letting this get away from him now.

“You gave up,” she accuses. “You told me that you had mourned for me. And Chrissy said I was dead to you.”

He growls at that. He will kill her for poking her nose in where it doesn’t belong. “That’s not true. You shouldn’t have made such a hasty decision without talking to me first, Liv.”

“Neither should you,” she says.

“I didn’t!” he yells suddenly. “I just wanted you to know how I was feeling. We could have fixed it. We still can.”

“Time for you to leave,” Constantine says to him, standing protectively in front of Liv. “She doesn’t want you anymore.”

“CK,” she admonishes him quietly, but he doesn’t look apologetic.

“It’s nothing to do with you,” Lincoln says. “Liv, please, baby. Can we just talk about this?”

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