“Which was it going to be?”
“I don’t know, Paxton. After all the awful things you said to me, I had to gather a lot of strength to even take into consideration the idea of getting in contact with you…”
Paxton raked a hand through his hair. His heart was hammering violently.
“Rhiannon, I…”
“On that night, you made your feelings for me very clear, Paxton.”
His gut twisted. That first night, he’d thought she’d been faking. But she hadn’t been. While she’d been sincere with him, he’d treated her as deceitfully as Leilah had treated him. He was guilty of everything he’d accused Rhiannon of. Afterward, he’d told her he hadn’t wanted her, that he’d been lying all along and had only pretended he’d cared about her.
While she’d been sweet and authentic, he’d been a blind, brutal, rampaging foo
