It’s a dirty fix.
It’s still bad, and I hate everything about it.
But hopefully it can at least help from starting full-on wars between the societies. It can’t help the people that already graduated last year, but there isn’t a better solution.
After Roman is done laying out his plans, he heads off into the kitchen and Noah goes out on a date with some girl he thinks is going to be his soulmate.
I’m left with Niko in the living room.
“I know you’re going to tell Sev,” I say softly.
Niko looks up at me and shakes his head. “I won’t, if you don’t want me to.”
“Thought you’d be loyal to him.”
“I am loyal to my cousin. But if Roman’s goal is tohelpthe other societies this year, then we should let that happen.”
“I agree. I’m so fucking mad at my father it hurts.”
“He’s my father, too,” Niko says. “I know he wasn’t a part of my life, but he’s still my blood. And this feels unfair to me, too.”
“It’s worse than unfair.”
Niko pauses for a moment, watching me. “And I know you don’t hate Sev like you used to,” he says.
I can feel a heat creeping up to my neck.
I look over at the embers in the fireplace, smoldering at the bottom.
“Well, I know him better than I used to. Makes it hard to hate someone.”
It feels like there’s a heavy weight pressing against my chest.
I don’t like the idea of having a secret from Sevan. If this were last year, I would have no problem with that, and I might even relish the idea of keeping something from him.
But it feels so wrong now.
Almost like I have my own loyalty to Sev.
For… what?
Because I like the way his cock feels, and because he kissed me in the middle of the night after too much red wine?
“I need to go find Ollie,” Niko tells me, standing up.
“I’m sure he missed you last night.”
“He did. I sent him a pic when I showered last night, though, so I’m sure he enjoyed that.”
“Too much information, Niko, for fuck’s sake.”
He puffs out a laugh and gives me a fist-bump before leaving. “Everything’s going to work out fine, Wes. See you later.”
As he leaves and I’m left alone in the front room, I don’t know if I can believe that.
With every passingday that week, it feels more and more like the night when Sev kissed me was a surreal dream.
A fluke.