Violet’s POV
I didn’t even know why my legs had carried me to his office.
After what he did to me yesterday, I Shouldn't be here.
But here I was...
Somewhere inside me--- beneath all the bruises, all the bitter silences, all the cold mornings--- I still believed that something in Xaden might be worth saving. That maybe, if I walked in and reminded him of who we were… of who he used to be… he might look at me and come to his senses.
But gods, I was wrong.
So very wrong.
The moment I pushed open that door and saw her, sprawled across his lap like some crowned victory, all breath left my lungs. It didn't creep away--- it collapsed out of me like dying stars. My legs gave way under me.
My heart didn’t shatter. No, it ripped--- like parchment set aflame.
He saw me. His eyes met mine.
