16. I’m not strong.
I sit on my bed, staring out the window, replaying everything that’s happened in the last twenty-four hours.
Just yesterday, my biggest worry was going on a date with Jason; today, I probably have the mafia after me, and my home is no longer safe. Worst of all, I walked into this with my eyes wide open—developing feelings for the man with the darkest world I’ve ever known. And it hurts to know that the next thing Reid will do is push me away, that he’s going to backtrack. I saw it in his eyes—the fear for me, the dread that something might happen because of him.
I want to scream at him that it’s already too late, that we’ve already ruined everything.
From the moment he touched me and his skin imprinted itself on mine, from the second his heart somehow reached mine t
