Chapter 289

Myron drags Lizzie toward the door and then pauses, glancing back at us. I have a feeling I know what he’s going to say before he says it.

“Don’t come after her. I’m serious as a heart attack. I will fuck you up.”

“I won’t,” I promise, and I mean that.

I don’t need to go after Lizzie.

I have Tristan, the only thing she’s ever wanted. There’s nothing more to be done. But frankly, I’d rather not see her ever again.

Myron steers her out the door, and I wonder if he’ll relentlessly pursue her the way she did Tristan, drive her up the wall with his crazy. I hate to say it, but … I almost hope so? Is that bad karma?

“I didn’t want you to hit her or anything and get punched,” Miranda starts, trying way too hard to explain herself. I stop her by giving her a kiss on the cheek, grabbing her hand and pulling her to the high table for breakfast.

It takes me a minute to fully realize what Myron just said. “Wait. Where are Abigail and Valentina?”