Freya
Something about hearing those words, even empty as they were, touched something deep inside me. Like a tiny c***k forming in the wall I had spent years building around my heart.
I hated this feeling. I shouldn’t be softening towards him, not even at the slightest bit.
The murmur of the other passengers kept circling inside the bus. The air felt so thick with tension, a knife would easily slice through it.
I clenched my jaw, looking straight into my stepfather’s eyes, making sure my feelings were hidden from my face.
Vane is nothing but a deceitful, manipulative man. He’s never one to apologize, unless he has a cruel scheme under that mask of kindness.
“I hear your apology, but I will not accept it,” I said firmly, holding his gaze. “I have no right to forgive you for what you
