Zoe’s heart plummeted clean out of her chest and hit her stomach, then carried on down to the floor.
“Oh,” she said numbly. “Right. OK.”
“Hey –”
“No, it’s really OK. I mean… yeah. Yeah, you’re right. I was dumb to think – I mean, this is all my fault, and I know that, and I don’t blame you for being angry at me and dumping me. I was stupid to hope that we’d be able to get past this – you got hurt because of me bringing Gil here, and you’re going to be in pain for a long time, and if I were you, I wouldn’t want to –”
“Look at me, Zoe.”
She screeched to a conversational halt, peered at Scars. “Ummmm. I am?”
“No, beautiful. You’re not. Look at me.”
Her brow furrowed in confusion, but she did as he said. She looked at him, and she was hurt and upset at first (and felt like a goddamn mo
