He froze, then said, "Can't you tell?"
I laughed, sharp and mocking. His heart seemed to catch. "What's so funny?"
My gaze was cold, my voice colder. "I don't like you. I loved Theodore my whole life, then I cared for Colton. But you? I never even noticed you."
A crash—the food box hit the floor, honeyed cherries rolling everywhere. Blake's eyes turned bloodshot, his hand shooting out to grip my throat. I gasped, struggling to breathe, but my eyes held a taunting smile. "Go on, choke me. Kill me now."
His hand shook, then loosened, his chest heaving. "You're trying to provoke me. You want to die?"
I rubbed my aching throat, my voice breaking. "I don't want to die. I want to live. Theodore destroyed me once. I won't let him do it again." I grabbed his hand, clutching it like a lifeline
