I booked a cab for Venice because I didn't want to ride with either of the brothers. It was awkward. Alex was still angry about me breaking up with him. While Jace, on the other hand, wanted me to have that painting, I physically couldn't. Whenever I stared at it, all I could think was about his lies. Why did he have to hurt me? He was the only one I trusted not to.
At the ping of the phone, I stared at my mobile screen. The driver was a few minutes away. I was stuffing my bag with last-minute clothes because I changed my mind. Something I have often been doing. Also, some of my clothes were in the laundry, and I did not want to talk with Greta.
A knock on my door made me jump. Staring over my shoulder, I spotted Alex, shifting hesitantly on the doorstep. What was he doing? I thought I
