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"I think that's possibly the nicest thing you have said to me. Ever."
I laughed. "No it's not. I've said nice things to you before."
"Like what ?"
There had to be another situation when I'd said something nice. "Like... when... " I couldn't think of anything. Jeez, I was a bitch. "Okay. That is the first nice thing I've said to you."
"I think I need a moment to recognize and cherish this."
There was no way - absolutely no way- I was interested in Aiden in that way. Sure, he was swoony-worthy and really nice, and patient and funny in a dry kind of way. There was a lot about him to like. If he were a half-blood, then there wouldn't be anything wrong. He didn't work for the Covenant, so there wasn't a studend hooking up with a teacher kind of problem, and he was only three years older than me. If he were a half-blood, I'd probably have thrown myself at him already.
But Aiden was a freaking pure-blood.
A freaking pure-blood with wonderfully strong fingers and a smile that... well, made me feel like there was a nest of butterflies in my stomach. And the way he looked at me-how his eyes shifted from gray to silver in a heartbeat-affected me even now. My stupid little heart leapt in my chest.
"Alex, hold up."
Struggling to control the cyclone of emotions building in me, I whirled around. Aiden had followe me out. I warred him off with a shaky hand. "Don't.'
He flinched back. "Alex, let me explain."
I forced my voice low. "You knew this entire time, didn't you? You knew what really happened to my mother."
The muscle in his jaw ticked. "Yes. I knew."
Hurt explosed in my chest. Part of me had hoped he hadn't known, that he hadn't kept this from me. I took a step forward. "We've spent every day together and never once did it cross your mind to tell me? Did you think I didn't have a right to know the truth?"
"That was the plan? To kill her before I found out she was alive?"
My voice grew louder with each word. "You preach to me about trusting you? How in the hell can I trust you now?"
"Please. Just leave me alone."
This time, when I turned away, no one stopped me.
"Don't you want me?"
Groaning low his throat, he pressed his forehead against mine. "You know the answer to that. I still... want you, but we can't be together, Alex.
"I know that there are some pure-bloods who break the rule, but they do it because they don't care about what happens to the other person, and I care about what happens to you." His eyes searched mine intently. "I care about you more than I should and that's why I'm not going to put you in that situation and jeopardize your future."
"You don't have anything to worry about, Alex. I'm not going to let anything happen to you."
Those forbidden words wrapped around my heart, forever etching into my soul. Our eyes met. Silence stretched between us as we stared at each other. [...] He moved them down my face and then over my parted lips.
We shoudn't be doing this. He was a pure-blood. Everything could come to a crashing end for us if we were caught, but it didn't matter.
"You will kill the one you love. It is in your blood, in your fate. So the gods have spoken it and the gods have come to foresee it."
I stared at the leg press machine. "What are you reading?"
He didn't look up. "If you're able to talk while working out then you aren't working out hard enough."
I was quiet for five minutes or so. "Who reads books that big for fun?"
Aiden lifted his head, pinning me with a bored look. "Who talks to hear themselves speak?"
My eyes widened. "You're in a lovely mood today."
With the obscenely large book balanced on one knee, he turned a page. "You need to work on your upper body strength, Alex. Not your motor speech skills.
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