Fangs, Fate & Other Bad Decisions novel Chapter 123

Chapter 123

She suddenly sets her glass down, and her fingers brush over the rim absentmindedly as she looks up at the city skyline. “I’m not sure what happens next, Thane,” she says, her voice quiet but steady. “I don’t know if I’m ready for any of it. For you. For whatever this is.”

I don’t interrupt her, giving her the space she needs. I can sense the vulnerability in her words, the uncertainty in the way she holds herself, and yet also the resolve.

“I don’t know if I can keep living two lives, Thane. Your world, my world…. I’m not sure if they can co–exist. Or if I even want them to.” She finally looks at me, and there’s a rawness in her eyes that hits me harder than anything else. “I know I don’t belong here. Not really.“

I open my mouth to speak, but I stop myself, unsure of what to say. The truth is, she’s right. She doesn’t belong in this world. Not the way I do. But the more I look at her, the more I realize I don’t want to pull her into a life of danger and deceit. I just want her to be here, with me, even if

it’s for a little while.

“I can’t ask you to choose this life,” I say softly, and my voice is low as I reach out and place my hand on the armrest of her chair. “I won’t force you into it. If you need time… I’ll give it to you. No matter what, I want you to be safe. And if that means walking away, I’ll let you go.”

Harley’s eyes soften, but she doesn’t look away. She looks at me like she’s seeing me for the first time, and she’s trying to read the sincerity in my voice. She’s been holding herself back from me, from everything, and I’m not sure what to do with that.

“I don’t want to lose you,” I admit quietly, my voice almost a whisper. “But I also know this isn’t just about me. It’s about you, too. You have to make your oven choice. And I have to respect it.”

For a long moment, she’s silent, her fingers still tracing the edge of her glass. I can’t tell if she’s still trying to make sense of everything, or if she’s thinking about walking away. Either way, the tension in the air thickens, and I can feel it–her hesitation, her fear, and something else. Something deeper.

At her words, my heart skips a beat. She’s not running. She’s staying. And it’s all I could’ve asked for.

“But I need time, Thane. I need to figure this out. I can’t promise you anything just yet.”

1 nod, understanding completely, I don’t need promises from her. I just need her to stay, to be here with me, even if it’s only for a little while. I can’t ask for more than that. Not when everything so new and unknown.

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