WREN
The next morning came in a rush, like it was trying to pull me away from whatever had connected me to last night incident.
Ash was up before me, and the smell of scrambled eggs told me he was nowhere but the kitchen. I let myself smile, sitting upright on the bed.
My mind drifted back to last night, and I didn't make any effort to push the thought away. I wanted to think it through. I wanted to let myself drown so deep until I had reached the very bottom of it. Not because I wanted to consider his words, no. I wanted to remind myself with every finality and every warning that whatever spot I still had for Elias was ending right here and right now.
This time, I meant it.
As much as he had always loved me and still did, none of what he said was going to change the fact that he was
