Chapter Fifteen
“This is a private conversation,” Darian says, swiftly recovering his composure.
“Oh, boo hoo.” Chester’s lips curve in a devilish smile. “As luck would have it, I happened to be passing by the door when I got the urge to put my ear to it. You were in the middle of misleading Sasha.” He nods at me. “Proceed.”
“I’m not misleading anyone.” Darian looks at me. “In the futures where you choose Nero, you die. No exceptions. The only future where you live is where you’re with me.”
“How romantic and noble,” Chester says, every syllable dripping with sarcasm. “You risk Nero’s wrath to let Sasha know all this so selflessly.” He turns to me. “I’ll eat my shoes if there isn’t something in it for him. Besides gaining you as arm candy, of course. If I were a betting man—and I certai
