Xavier slammed the car door shut as he slipped inside, his chest tightening, his throat raw from holding back words he should have screamed. He pressed his palms against the steering wheel, his knuckles white, the car engine humming beneath him like the growl of a beast waiting to be unleashed.
"Damn it, Sasha..." he muttered, almost as if her name would break apart the knot in his chest. But it didn't. It only twisted tighter.
She had told him to get out. She had told him she didn't want him anymore, that she wanted Evan. But her eyes, those eyes...they had betrayed her. He saw the way they flickered, the way her lips trembled even as she spoke those cold words. It wasn't her. He knew her. She wasn't choosing Evan. Something was tying her hands, choking her, forcing her to lie.
His jaw
