“Aric told me I should give my blessing to you and Jack.”
She snorted. “You can bless us all you want, but it’s not happening.”
I frowned at her. “You told me things had changed between you two.”
“Yeah. As in, I made peace with the fact that I’ll never be with him. It was a done thing between you two before I ever came into the picture.”
“Why are you so sure?”
“After he heard you didn’t want to have anything to do with him, J.D. took it bad—like head in his hands, pulling out his hair. So we got wasted together. I told him how I felt about him, and I tried to kiss him.”
Jealousy scored me.
“And do you know what he did?”
I held my breath.
“He pushed me away, telling me that the people of his mother’s blood fall in love once. They pray they get it right—because it can’t be changed. He told me his mother loved his father, unrequited, and nineteen years of misery couldn’t shake it.”
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Kresley Cole,
Dead of Winter