Ravena's POV
Just then, Astrid's finger shot out, shaking as she pointed at me. "You manipulated him," she spat. "You always did. You twisted him. Made him think he wanted you when all you ever did was trap him."
"Manipulated?" I repeated, the word leaving a bitter taste on my tongue. "Is that what you tell yourself at night? That he chose me because I tricked him?"
"You did!"
"No," I said softly, stepping closer. Close enough that she flinched. "He chose me because I was everything you could never be. And when he left, it was not because of you. It was because he was weak."
Her mouth opened, closed, and then opened again.
"Every single thing you do," I continued, lowering my voice, "is driven by insecurity. You can't stand the thought that someone might be better than you. So you li
