Avow

CHAPTER 22

Boston 1892

Scarlet had been alive for exactly two days when Tristan suggested that Gabriel and Nathaniel—who now insisted on being called ‘Nate’—bring her to watch one of his matches.

He was boxing now? It was hard for Scarlet to wrap her head around her gentle, peaceful Hunter slamming his fists into another man’s flesh for sport and she had told him as much.

But Tristan had merely shrugged. He hadn’t spoken more than ten words to her since she’d come back to life and he’d treated her coldly every time they’d been in the same room together.

No hot glances. No acknowledgement of her feelings. Nothing.

She wasn’t sure what to make of his rude behavior, but she didn’t push him. Not because she didn’t plan to, but because she’d been gone for a hundred years and a lot can happen in a century.

Nate had warned her that Tristan had changed and, while Scarlet was sure that was true, she refused to believe he was a different person all together.

After agreeing to attend one of Tristan’s fights, she retreated to her bedroom in Gabriel’s house to dress. Things between her and Gabriel were a bit tense.

They’d had such a happy companionship in her last life, until she’d run off to heal Tristan like a love-sick puppy and returned to Gabriel with flashing eyes.

He hadn’t been mad at her, but he’d been disappointed. And maybe even a little heart-broken. So in this new life of hers, she didn’t know what to think about Gabriel. Especially with Tristan being as standoffish as he was.

She dressed herself—she was becoming rather good at the whole corset thing—and made her way back downstairs where Nate and Gabriel waited to take her to Tristan’s fight.

Her stomach filled with butterflies. And not the pretty kind.

“Alex,” Tristan shut the door behind them so it was just she and him in the small back room of the fighting hall. “I need a favor.”

She turned to him, eagerness in her eyes. “A favor for Tristan? Yes, please.”

“Cut it out. I’m being serious.”

“You are always serious.” She pouted her lips.

Tristan turned to leave. This was a mistake.

“No, no. I’m just kidding.” Alex reached for his arm and turned him back around, desperation in her voice. “I will behave. I promise. What is it you need?”

He sighed. “I need a woman.”

A hungry look came over her face. “Then consider me yours. Shall I undress right here?”

His jaw flexed. “Could you, for one moment, cease to be obvious? I do not need your body, Alex. I need your assistance.”

“That sounds like the same thing.”

Tristan glared at her.

“Fine.” Her sex-laced voice disappeared. “What do you need?”

“I need you to put on a convincing show of your affections for me in front of a particular person.”

She narrowed her eyes. “A person? Or a girl?”

“A girl.”

“Ah.” Alex smiled. “This would be the girl that has your heart all to herself, no?”

Tristan didn’t answer.

“I will be happy to fawn over you,” Alex said. “And who knows? You might even enjoy it.” She winked.

He clenched his jaw at the thought of breaking Scarlet’s heart.

“I will hate every second of it,” he said, sinking deeper into his self-loathing as he explained to Alex what he wanted her to do.

Scarlet watched the fight and the butterflies in her stomach grew uglier.

While she understood there was something liberating about fighting—she had invested good time and money into learning to fight—she hated every fist that crashed into Tristan’s body and drew blood from his torn skin.

Her eyes skimmed him over, lingering on his bare chest. At the sight of his tattoo—his piece of Scarlet forever inked into his skin—the butterflies in her belly fluttered wildly. The tattoo was very faded and Scarlet figured immortal bodies could only hold a tattoo for so long before healing it away. She wondered how long it would be before her drawing disappeared completely from Tristan’s body.

Gabriel and Nate sat on either side of her. Apparently, not many women came to these fights and Gabriel was being extra protective of her. She reached for Gabriel’s hand and held it with her own, squeezing it gently. He turned and smiled at her as the bell rang to signal the end of the last fight.

Thank God. She didn’t think she could handle watching more of Tristan’s blood spill.

She watched Tristan, covered in sweat and blood, walk to the outer ring to where a short man with a cigar was making broad hand gestures and visibly spitting as he spoke.

Tristan turned around, as if he were looking for someone, and soon his eyes landed on his target.

A beautiful redhead stood off to the side, watching the ring from the contestant’s area as if she were an organizer of some sort. The redhead saw Tristan and desire lit up her eyes.

Scarlet had been watching women react to Tristan for centuries, so the women’s interest in the green-eyed fighter was not surprising. Tristan’s reaction to her, however, was shocking.

He smiled and the redhead came up to him without any hesitation, slowly wrapping her sexually sculpted body around Tristan’s hard muscles and tight skin.

Scarlet blinked.

Tristan did not refuse the woman, but embraced her back, his mouth coming down to the woman’s neck as he murmured something below her ear while the woman ran her hands up his back and into his hair.

That was Scarlet’s Hunter. That was hair only Scarlet could run her hands through. Those were green eyes only Scarlet could look at with such lust and want.

Scarlet’s heart began to pound as she watched in horror as the woman turned her outrageously beautiful head to the side and caught Tristan’s mouth in a kiss. An intimate, wet kiss that spoke volumes of how very comfortable the two of them were with each other and Scarlet stopped breathing.

Beside her, a muttered curse fell from Gabriel’s’ mouth and Scarlet tried to get control of her emotions. Every single piece of her wanted to jump from her seat, charge over to the woman whose hands were laced around Tristan, and rip her lips from her face.

Gabriel’s mouth was suddenly at Scarlet’s ear. “Let’s go.”

Scarlet blinked again and realized she’d been squeezing the blood from Gabriel’s hand as she watched the exchange between Tristan and the redhead.

“Why would we leave?” Her voice cracked.

Gabriel looked at Scarlet with a pained expression, searching her eyes for the truth. “Scarlet…” He looked her over like he wasn’t sure what to do with her.

“Why would we leave?” she repeated, feeling hot tears behind her eyes.

Gabriel stroked a strand of hair from her cheek and she could tell he was trying to come up with something to say.

“Why would we…” Scarlet tried to finish her repeated question, but a tear fell from her eye and her throat closed off.

Gabriel cursed again and, rising from his seat, gathered Scarlet up beside him and shuffled her through the crowd and to the back door, Nate right behind them.

Everything was blurry and hot and suffocating as Scarlet blindly let Gabriel usher her outside and into the carriage that awaited them. No one said a word as the three of them rode in silence back to Gabriel’s home.

Scarlet bit the inside of her cheek, dug her nails into her arms, curled her toes…anything she could think of to keep her tears at bay. But soon the pressure was just too much and she no longer wanted to fight.

She had lost Tristan.

Scarlet began to openly cry. Because, before this night, there had never been a doubt in her mind that Tristan loved her. But now….

Scarlet hide her face in her hands as more tears fell and felt warm arms come around her.

Gabriel lifted her into his lap and turned her into him so her face was against his jacket, hot tears streaming down her cheeks.

Forget the curse and the immortal blood that pulsed in her chest.

This—this searing ache cutting through her core—this was a broken heart.

With Alex still in his arms, Tristan yanked his mouth away from her and gripped the back of her neck. Hard.

“Ow,” Alex complained. “Tristan, what are you—“

“What the hell was that?” he asked darkly, murder in his veins.

Alex batted her lashes. “You wanted me to be convincing, didn’t you?”

Tristan thrust his hand away from her neck and stepped back. Scarlet’s heartbreak and deep pain was rushing into him and it made him want to vomit. “Not that convincing.”

Alex rubbed the back of her neck, then smiled at him. “Oh, don’t act like you didn’t enjoy it.”

“I didn’t.”

“You did.” She stepped back over to him. “And so did I.”

“You could rub your naked body against an elephant and enjoy it.”

Alex cocked her head. “I’ve never seen you so angry before.” She smirked. “Who is this girl you so deeply wanted to wound tonight?”

“I did not want to wound her. I wanted to send her a message.”

Throwing her head back, Alex laughed. “Oh, message received, I’m sure.”

Tristan pushed past Alex and made his way into the back room. The redhead trailed after him.

Scarlet was hurting so much—it was all he could do not to chase after her and drop to his knees in apology and beg her to forgive him. His chest began to tighten. His hands were shaking. Dammit.

He stopped at his locker and gathered his things to leave for the night.

Alex leaned against the locker beside his, making sure her body brushed against him with the motion. Tristan slammed his locker closed and refused to look at her. He was suffocating. Scarlet was suffocating. What had he done?

His heart pounded and shriveled at the same time. He cursed.

Alex clucked her tongue at him in pity. “Whoever this girl is, she has you completely imprisoned.”

Tristan shrugged away from the despicable woman and headed out the back door. “You have no idea.”

He had broken the most precious thing he’d ever known and there was no turning back.