Psyche's Heart : CUPID'S MATCH BOOK 3

Chapter 11

I linger outside the front door of the house for a moment – feeling the rays of the morning sun on my back. They do nothing to warm me. Even though Cupid and I just parted on light terms, there's a coil of tension, pulled taut between us. I feel it now. Still.

Lila is no longer listed as Cupid's Match.

What does that mean? And how is it related to Valentine?

I need to tell him about my dreams. I formed the words in my mind, just then, to let him know that I spoke to his brother. I wanted to tell him. And yet, as soon as the words reached my lips, I stopped them from escaping into the warm, leather scented air of the car.

Or at least something stopped them.

You might want to keep this conversation between us.

Valentine's words come back to me.

There's a small part of me that wonders whether I'm not telling anyone about him because I don't want to; or whether it's because I physically can't.

I feel like he has some kind of hold on me. I can't shake it. And I don't know why.

"I spoke to Valentine," I whisper to myself on the doorstep.

See, Lila? That wasn't so hard.

I sigh deeply then take a step closer to the red front door. As I shift, I feel the card in my jeans pocket with Mino's number on. I pull it out, look at it a moment. He wants me to call him, he knows I'm hiding something. I could see it in his eyes.

My loyalty will always stand with those in the shadows.

Something might be stopping me from talking to Cupid. But maybe it won't be so hard with Mino. Maybe I should give him a call. But now, I feel the eyes of the cupid who's been stationed outside my house burning into the back of my head. So I slip the card into my pocket, open the door, and step inside.

"Happy birthday, sweetheart," dad calls as soon as I close the front door.

I head down hallway into the kitchen where he's sat at the table with a mug of coffee. His dark hair is even messier than usual, and he has bags beneath his eyes. He clearly hasn't slept well. Something pinches at my heart as he smiles at me.

Even though dad has a new girlfriend, now - the doctor that Cupid and Cal set him up with after our battle with Venus - birthdays aren't easy for either of us. They make us think of mom.

"Thanks, dad," I say – giving him a weak smile.

I pour myself another coffee, slightly cold, from the caffetiere and lean against the counter.

"Good party?" says dad – turning his head to look at me.

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