12 hours ago
LUCIAN
“I f*****g hate you,” the words dragged behind one another like they weighed too much for her mouth to carry. “All you… rich… assh—” She stopped, frowned like the syllables had wandered off on her, then continued. “—assholes. Every. Single. One of you.”
The insult lost momentum halfway through. So did she.
She swayed forward and her forehead bumped against my chest, like she’d forgotten what she was in the middle of doing. Her slacked hand stayed fisted in my jacket, fingers barely holding on.
I glanced down at it. Then at her face.
“I’m going to count to three,” I said, not really sure if she could even hear my voice. “Get off me.”
There was no response. Instead, she sank further, her knees giving way as if my chest had been the only thing keeping her upright to
