Dominic clenched his teeth. Even if Tao didn’t say her name, he knew who he was talking about. "You don’t know what you are talking about."
"Oh, but I am," Tao gritted out, his expression calm yet cold. "I know that you still desire her despite all the things that she has done, and you feel ashamed of it. You are angry at yourself because you still love her, Dom. You know you shouldn’t, but you do. And it’s getting really tiresome. Do you even know how hard it was for me and Blake to suppress the rumour that you tried to snatch Alpha Sokolov’s fuck toy—just because you wanted Inez’s substitute?"
"People are questioning you, Dom. Do you even hear them? They are asking why are you hung up on the woman who killed your sister?!" Tao roared, his voice almost piercing through the thick walls of his office.
His question was like a whip, which made Dominic flinch. He clenched his fists and wanted to say that he was wrong, but he couldn’t bring those words to his lips because he knew that Tao was right. He missed Inez and still desired her to the point that he was willing to bring a substitute.
Silence stretched within the room as the sound of Tao’s heavy breathing echoed.
"And what about you?" Dominic softly questioned. He raised his head and looked at Tao, whose eyes slowly started to fill with confusion. "Do you think I don’t know that you and Luca feel the same for her? Don’t try to deny it. I have seen how you two looked at her when we were kids."
Tao stiffened upon hearing his question. He opened his mouth to deny it, but couldn’t; in the end, he stiffly said to Dominic, "So, what? Even if we did feel something for her, at least we are not ruining our lives now that she has left. I still take on my responsibilities as well as yours. I am not going around looking for a fucking substitute!"
Once he finished speaking, he turned around and walked out of the office, leaving Dominic to brood over what he had said to him. He knew that Tao was right. He knew that his mother was right.
Everyone except him was right.
But he just couldn’t get rid of Inez. It was like she was in his very blood.
He ran his hands down his face and muttered a curse, "Fuck!" Why didn’t she break when he had tried to? If only she had given up fighting; then he could have kept her with him. Locked away and closed in his room, where only he would see her, and no one would have known that he was keeping her.
That way, no one would have lost anything.
But she just had to hold onto that spitfire temper of hers.
"Why didn’t you break for me, Inez? Why?"
Dominic was sure that there was no man who would be able to accept Inez as she was.
A god awful sound woke Killian up. He reached out to turn the alarm off, but as he reached out to pat the side next to him, he sensed that it was cold. His beast growled in annoyance, finally glad that his human self had noticed that something was wrong. Killian sat up straight; he looked around and took a whiff of the scent that was lingering in the room, but it was rather faint.
Annoyed, he picked up his underpants and then walked out of the room after getting off the bed.
He found Inez in the kitchen, wearing an old flannel shirt. Climbing down the stairs, he walked over and then hugged her from behind. "You are awake too early; we could have spooned a little more."
"I need to go to the mall with Selene to buy a dress," Inez told him. She flipped over the omelette that had pieces of bacon in it and turned to look at the man with a smile. "I need to be ready by ten if I want to go with her."
After she finished speaking, she placed the breakfast on two dishes and started on the coffee.
"Where did you learn how to cook?" Killian asked as he looked at the decent and tantalising breakfast that she had prepared.
The woman paused before saying with a sigh, "I learnt cooking because I wanted to do something for Dom and the boys. Really silly of me, if you ask me. I was a teen girl, and they were the bad boys of the pack—something about them drew me before I knew it, and the next thing I knew, I was making them lunches and cakes to get their attention. Hoping that they would give me a look like they did to their fan girls if I outdid them."
She chuckled with a mocking tone in her voice. "I was really a fool. Wasn’t I?" She asked.
"No, you weren’t." Even though Killian could feel his heart clench at the thought of Inez learning to cook for Dominic and those three bastards, he didn’t quarrel with her, nor did he call her a fool. He said to her, "You just tried to do what you thought was the best." he then picked up the chicken roll that she had prepared and took a bite from it.
He then said, "And I don’t know if they regret it or not, but if I were them, then I certainly would regret it."
"Stop. You can’t even taste it." Inez glanced at him helplessly as she took the roll from him and then placed it back on the plate. "Don’t lie to me."
"I cannot taste it, but I can smell it, and I have never smelled something more delicious than this chicken roll before."
Inez burst out laughing as she smacked him playfully. However, soon her laughter died down, and she looked at him with a hint of worry and determination on her face. "If I finish writing the Eir’s hymn. Then I might be able to undo the effect of the potion."
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And do you think that Inez will be able to finish the song of healing and heal Killian? And what will Dominic do now?