A R I A
I barely make it to my room before the dam breaks. My hands shake as I push the door shut behind me, locking it before pressing my back against the wood. My chest tightens, and suddenly, it’s too much. Everything is too much.
Soren.
Jasper.
Lucian.
All of it.
A sharp sob escapes before I can stop it. I press my palm over my mouth, willing myself to keep it together, but it’s useless. Tears streak down my face, hot and relentless, as I slide down to the floor. My body trembles, my breaths shallow and unsteady, like I can’t get enough air.
I don’t even know what I’m crying for anymore—frustration, humiliation, exhaustion? Maybe all of it. Maybe I’m just so damn tired of feeling like I’m always chasing after something—after someone—who doesn’t give a damn about me the way I do
