pretty. And always taken. It’s such a pity."
"Isn't that what woman say about gay men?" Anna said, placing her hands on her hips.
“Bitch,” Lukas beamed affectionately at Anna.
Anna’s laughter pealed loudly. “And this is news?”
Poor Nikolaus stood between them like a deer caught in the headlights. He'd lived much like me and all of this attention and intimate interaction made him obviously uncomfortable. He was in for a huge adjustment if he was planning on spending time with me or Anna. There was no such thing as privacy or calm around Lukas.
With the stress of the last few days over, I'd had enough for one night. There were too many people in the apartment and it was imperative that I talk to Stefan alone. Nikolaus’ admission to me was twisting my stomach in knots. As much as I dreaded telling him, Stefan had to know what Kian had done.
"Stefan, can we get out of here for a while? Or do you need to stay with Anna?" I asked him. Stefan had also been following Anna, Nikolaus and Lukas with rapt attention.
"Yes. Lukas, you can watch after Anna?"
"Jesus, I'm right here. I'm fine and I promise to not run into the street, killing and maiming innocent people," Anna grumbled. She flipped her brown curls over her shoulder. She looked between Lukas and Stefan. "I know I'm new to this. Please don't treat me like a child while I learn."
Stefan's lips twitched in amusement at Anna's reply. "Agreed. Josephine, where do you want to go?"
"Let’s go for a walk. I need to stretch my legs."
My mind was bombarded with a dozen ways Stefan wanted to stretch my legs. Not one of them involved walking or being clothed while doing it. Normally, his mental images would make me second guess my original plans and do delicious things to my libido. My nervousness and anxiousness kept my arousal at bay.
"Very well." He noticed my lack of response and reached for my hand, inclining his head to Lukas. "We will be back."
We'd reached the door when Nikolaus sidled up to us. He grabbed Stefan’arm, stopping us. "You're gonna have to decide after you listen to what my sister has to say. We'll talk sooner than later. She has my number."
Stefan regarded Nikolaus with reserved curiosity, glancing down at his hand with annoyance "Please remove your hand, Nikolaus. I think you know my stance."
"I know what you said before. This information may sway your stance," Nikolaus replied matter-of-factly. He dropped his hand from Stefan’s arm to pull me into a one-armed hug. "I'll see you later."
"Bye," I kissed his cheek and motioned for the door, drawing Stefan along with me. "Let's go."
Stefan ushered me out of the apartment. Blocking my thoughts from him, we walked down the hallway. He remained quiet until we reached the elevator.
"I am not going to like what you have to say. Anytime you shield yourself so strongly there is a reason."
Pushing the elevator down arrow, I avoided his eyes. "No, you aren’t going to like it. You have to know what’s going on."
The bond between us filled with apprehension. It mirrored my own feelings. How do you break the news to someone that they were a puppet in a madman's scheming ways for the last decade?
***
We walked along the Highline hand in hand. It was early evening and we did our best to blend in with the passing people, turning more than a few heads in the process. Stefan looked particularly sexy, his blond hair and pale skin contrasting with the dark sweater that succeeded in clinging to the broad muscles of his chest. His long legs were sheathed in dark denim, making them look a mile long.
"Say what you need to say, Josephine. Mentally eye-fucking me is not helping," Stefan advised as we walked along. The bond came in handy. I didn’t need to look at him to know that he was upset, the tension emanating from him.
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