My chest heaved up and down as I sobbed again.
The moment the words left my mouth, something in the room shifted. He went completely still, like my confession had turned him into stone.
“Look at me,” he said quietly.
I did.
His eyes weren’t cold anymore. They weren’t warm either. They were something dangerous—like he was holding back a storm just so he wouldn’t hurt me with it.
“You loved him,” he said, not asking, just stating a fact he clearly hated. “And you still wish he loved you back.”
I opened my mouth but nothing came out.
My throat was burning.
His hand suddenly gripped my chin, lifting my face to meet his gaze. “He didn’t,” Damon said. “He never loved you. He wanted what you had and he wanted to ruin you completely. People like him don’t know what love is.”
His voice d
