“How do we tell Alex?”
Cutsuo looked at me and shook his head. “You’re not telling him.”
“What? Why?”
“Alexander hates his brother. Every time I mention Darien he pushes away the subject. If he found out he even saw you, if would be a disaster.”
“So what?” I asked them both, “We just don’t tell him?”
Sounds good to me.
“Why not?”
“Why not?”
“Well I’m not going to tell him. Darien’s not going to tell him. And I’m not going to let you.”
“Why can’t I?”
Why can’t you?
“Why can’t you?”
“Ya, why can’t I tell him?”
“One, you’re too sweet, you’d chicken out. Two, Darien… Darien is… he’s still my friend. I don’t want them to do anything rash.”
“Would they really hurt each other?”
He shook his head. “I’m not sure anymore.”
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Stories of Belle Terre: Engaged
RomansA woman of the Sidhe (the fey) came in, and said that the girl was chosen to be the bride of the prince of the dim kingdom, but that as it would never do for his wife to grow old and die while he was still in the first ardour of his love, she would...
