MADELINE'S POV
--
Euphonic. That is what occurred as I stood in front of him and let him blow out the burning flame inside of me with one single word. You. I don't know why it rattled me to the marrow of my bones, but hearing him say that sent something...pleasant through me. It isn't the fact that he said it, but the mere fact that it was said about me, that I am seen as too good for his brother-- which he doesn't think highly of, at all.
Something inside of me shifts.
If he doesn't think much of Jaxon, then how little does he think of me too?
The spark of raging flame flickers deep inside, sending a burning light blasting through my veins, my insides turning hot enough to cast a rosy taint over my cheeks.
“And you think that you deserve me?” His thick brows knit together, the creas
