She's right to be angry. She’s right to hurt. Heck, she's right to never want to have anything to do with me...ever.
But I am desperate, desperate, for her to see that I’m just as much a victim in my mother and Zara’s twisted game as she was.
I fear that if I can’t get her to understand, if I can’t strip away every last vestige of their lies, I’ll lose her forever.
The thought sends a cold dread through me, chilling me to the bone.
"We've damn right lost everything. We're not about to throw her into the equation of everything we've lost too. Tell her about the poison. Tell her you haven't touched Zara in months," Cyan presses.
I take a shaky breath, forcing myself to speak, to push past the suffocating shame that has been my constant companion for months.
“There’s more,” I say, m
