Fangs, Fate & Other Bad Decisions novel Chapter 86

I try to brush it off with a ridiculous answer, hoping it’ll make sense. “Well, maybe he’s just been hitting the gym a lot… He probably benches like 400 pounds on an off day.” I reply as I laugh nervously, but the hollow sound of it doesn’t make me feel better. I’m grasping at straws, trying to patch the holes in my rationality with humor.

Griffin doesn’t miss a beat. “Ever notice he moves real fast sometimes?”

“Oh, come on, Griffin, he’s just got that long–legged stride going for him, combine that with extra caffeine he’s probably been drinking, and he could probably give the Road Runner a run for his money.” I offer a nervous smile, but I know it doesn’t convince anyone, least of all me.

Griffin presses on, his tone softer, but there’s a quiet urgency now, as he takes another step towards me. “What about how quickly he healed after getting stabbed last Friday?”

1 freeze. I try to come up with something that makes sense. Anything. But all that comes out is, “Well…he’s a really fast healer. It must be some miracle cream or something. Aloe? I hear that stuff works wanders I laugh, but this time it comes out high–pitched and strained. My attempt at deflection is weak, at best.

I feel my internal struggle rising to the surface, quick and vicious in its intensity. The more Griffin speaks, the more the ground slips away from beneath me. I’m not buying my own ridiculous excuses anymore. I know it. And they know it, too.

Thane’s still kneeling, and his gaze on me is unwavering. His eyes, which are dark and impossible to read right now, are locked onto me, waiting for me to admit what I’ve already started to process since his admission. He isn’t the man I thought he was. He’s something…more.

I swallow hard, my breath shallow as 1 confess, “I don’t know what I thought this was. But this…this isn’t just some bad dream. This is real, Isn’t it?”

Griffin’s gaze softens, but he doesn’t sugarcoat it when he says, “Yeah. It’s real ”

And that’s the moment I realize that I don’t know if I’ll ever find my way back from this, not after everything that’s been said.

Griffin’s voice is the last thing I hear before everything goes dark in my mind: “I’m not sure we can undo this, Harley. But we won’t leave you alone in this.”

I try to breathe through the pressure, but it’s like trying to hold the ocean in my lungs. The ground beneath me keeps on slipping with each of their affirmations, and all I can do is hope that I don’t fall apart in front of them.

And then, in a move that makes my breath catch, Thane’s voice slides in between my darkening thoughts–deep, low, and unyielding.“Do you need proof?” he asks, as though he’s offering a lifeline, even though I feel is the weight of inevitability crowding my chest.

room grows unnaturally quiet at his question, and I feel like I’m standing at the edge of something so big and so terrifying that I can’t even process it. But deep down, I know I’ve already crossed the line, and there’s no turning back now.

I meet Thane’s eyes, my mouth dry, and my voice barely above a whisper as I say, “, I think I do.”

Al my words, everything in the room freezes, and the air thickens between us.

And now? There’s nothing left to do except face the fact that the monster in front of me is more than just a man in a suit. He’s more than the asshole who ghosted mey

And he’s something I’ve only read about and only fantasized about in fiction.

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