EMMALINE
I’ve been a mess ever since that night.
A mess of feelings that won’t quiet down no matter how much I try to push them aside. Every time I close my eyes, I feel Alexander’s touch on me again, the press of his hands, the heat of his words. I hear him whisper, I’ll never let you go, and the sound of it won’t leave me alone.
It should scare me. And it does.
Because his feelings aren’t soft or safe. They aren’t the kind of love that warms you like sunlight. They’re sharp and heavy, like chains that promise to drag me down with him. It’s obsession. It’s madness. And yet, there’s a part of me, small but stubborn—that aches for it. That reaches for him even when I tell myself I shouldn’t.
That’s the part I hate most.
Because how can I be drawn to someone who may have murdered my pa
