POV: Elena
I hated him. The realization followed me all the way back to my room. Not the childish kind of hate I used to carry after he pulled my pigtails in middle school or laughed when other kids mocked me. Not the bitter resentment of a girl whose first crush turned into her first bully.
This was something deeper, something much uglier. The kind of hatred that settled in your chest and made breathing hurt.
His threats ran through my head; it felt like my heart was sinking into my stomach.
“Fine!”
The word left my mouth before I could stop it. The room went completely still.
Jace blinked. "What?" I hated the tiny flicker of surprise on his face.
As if he'd expected more resistance.
As if he hadn't already cornered me from every possible angle. "You win." My voice sounded dead. "
