In that instant, she knew. She knew he had her sister’s amulet, and he wasn’t going to give it to her. None of it made any sense. She didn’t understand why he wanted it or how this whole miserable situation had come to pass, but one thing was clear.
She had trusted him.
And he had betrayed her.
Oh, God—it had all been a lie, hadn’t it? Every secret smile, every touch, every kiss. Every time he had pretended to laugh at one of her witticisms, it had all been part of his act. He knew she had a weakness for him. What an easy mark she must have made. He had known that all he had to do was smile and crook his finger, and she would come running to him like a lamb to s*******r.
Nothing had changed from four years ago. He had never wanted her.
All he had wanted was her sister’s amulet and the
