Mia looked at Raven without saying a word. Tears streamed freely down her face, but her eyes—those eyes—were hard to read. Raven held her breath, expecting a confession or maybe a collapse.
But then, something snapped.
Mia suddenly pulled back, dropping Raven’s hand from her chin. Her fingers moved quickly across her cheeks, wiping the tears with the back of her hand. Her gaze hardened. Her shoulders rose.
“No,” she said, her voice rising like thunder. “No, Raven. I would be a fool to still feel something for that playboy—not to talk of love.”
Raven froze, blinking, unsure if she should speak or stay quiet.
Mia stood, as if ascending from a grave where she’d buried her feelings long ago. “You want the truth? I hate him. Deeply. I hate him for playing with me. For messing with my emoti
