დ Rosalie დ
Ten years ago…
“I hate you,” Jordan said. The words landed hard enough to knock the air out of me. Not because I hadn’t known some version of it already. Because hearing it aloud made everything sharper. Uglier. Real in a way that rumors, shoves, and smirking cruelty hadn’t been before. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Declan rise to his feet. Jordan noticed him too.
“This has gone far enough,” Declan muttered. Jordan laughed once, low and humorless.
“You should have left when I told you to,” Jordan snapped. Then the door opened again. Weston and Matthew walked in, both still amused and comfortable. Jordan never took his eyes off me. I stared at him, then at the rope still cutting into my wrists.
“Please,” I said, the word tearing out of me before I could swallow it.
