Deep Deliverance: The Deep Series, Book 3 Read Online Free

do that to him? How could he smile at him, fuck him, murmur endearments in the afterglow, all the while knowing such a betrayal would destroy him?
    How could Donte keep up this pretense, this farcical sham of a romance, when he’d been so goddamn selfish?
    How did Donte dare even look at him after what he’d done?
    Wild with anger, Adin glanced around their kitchen. He didn’t know if he wanted a whiskey or a weapon. The back door opened and Donte stepped through it.
    “You bastard.” Adin turned to him, shaking with rage. “You fucking bastard.”
    “What?” Donte didn’t flinch, of course. He wouldn’t. He’d had centuries to perfect the mask he wore to hide his thoughts. “Explain what you believe I’ve done, please.”
    Speechless, Adin simply turned the laptop around, exposing the string of emails between Boaz and Donte, exposing the lie that Boaz was out of their lives, that Donte’d punished him, banished him for destroying Adin’s life.
    “Are you asking me if I’m in touch with Boaz?” Donte asked coolly.
    “I don’t have to ask. I can see the facts for myself.”
    “And what conclusions have you drawn?”
    “This conclusion.” Adin picked up Donte’s laptop and hurled it at him. Donte ducked his throw just in time. The computer shattered to bits against the wall. “Boaz never stopped working for you, did he?”
    Donte hesitated a little too long before saying, “No.”
    “You lied to me. You don’t even deny it. Did you and Boaz plan this whole thing together?”
    “ Plan is too strong a word.”
    “You disregarded everything I ever said.” Adin advanced on him. “You took in every intimate, personal detail I shared with you and you still had him turn me. Now you’re just biding your time until you can reintroduce him into our lives.”
    Donte, who’d remained impassive as Adin railed at him, sat heavily on one of the rustic kitchen chairs. He leaned over and rested his elbows on his knees. “Sit down.”
    “No.” Adin stood over him, still breathing heavily.
    Donte lifted his gaze. “What you ask… It’s not that simple.”
    “I told you from my heart I didn’t want this. I trusted you enough to bare my soul to you and—”
    “For God’s sake, Adin. I nearly killed you. Have you forgotten that already? I lost control and nearly exsanguinated you and while I was draining the life from you—” Donte’s voice broke. He closed his eyes as though he couldn’t bear the memory. As though he was seeing it again and it sickened him. “This isn’t only about you.”
    “What you did—losing control—was an accident.”
    “Of course it was. I was out of my mind with hunger. But I held you and harmed you without giving who you were a second thought. And you wept. I couldn’t let an accident end your life. How could you expect me to live with the consequences of that?”
    Adin glowered at him, eyes narrowed, brows drawn tight with remembered pain. “Right. Back. Atcha .”
    “I couldn’t bear to lose you.” Brown eyes implored him for understanding.
    “You accused Santos. You acted so—” Adin couldn’t let Donte’s obvious remorse or his placating words derail his anger. Donte’d gone after Santos, accused him of the deed… “Why lie to me? You’ve been lying to me for months .”
    “I know.” Donte let his head fall into his hands. “Every time I think about telling you the truth, this is what I picture. You’re outraged, and you have every right to be. But what’s done is done.”
    “Am I a broken egg?” Adin thudded his chest with fisted hands. “Am I spilled milk? You ruined my life . Everything I cared about is gone, because of you.”
    “No, Adin. I’ve tried to tell you. Things are different now, but—”
    “I can’t talk to you.” Adin pulled away from him. “I don’t even want to see you.”
    “You have no choice. You have nowhere to go.”
    “I always have a choice.” Adin strode out of their cozy cabin and into the sun, and