Chapter 35: Rule #35. If You Have to Tell People You're Powerful. You're Not.

Beauregard.

"Get your ass out here Gálan!" Javier's voice roared from beyond the thin antique door.

Hiding myself off into the seclusion of my own room, my sisters' words tumbling around my brain like loose rocks in a dryer. I wanted to scream, that she was wrong, that I wasn't choosing Javier or the bastards over her. That because in my poorly constructed constructs I thought of us as family, then that meant my family was hers. But that's not how any of it worked. That's not how the Domenico's saw her and that's not how she would ever see them.

Hours passed as the evening turned into night, and it was obvious that our rendezvous with Geun had affected us all in different ways, the house was quiet all with the exception of Javier who had been in a hell of a mood.