APRIL
I woke up pressed against Edward's chest, the softness of the bed beneath me almost jarring compared to the tight ache in my heart. I blinked a few times, disoriented. How did I get here?
Of course. Edward must've carried me from the bathroom floor. But that didn't change anything.
The sting of yesterday came rushing back like lightning, searing through my chest. His words. The way he shouted. The way he didn't believe me. My throat tightened. I didn't realize I was crying until I felt the wetness on my cheeks.
How could he?
I started wriggling in his arms, trying to slip free. I was still angry—at him, at Raven, at all those lying, smiling bitches. His arms tightened instinctively around my waist.
"Get off me," I muttered, struggling.
"No," he murmured against my neck, press
