Jason's POV
My hand moved up Lysa's side, fingers tracing the curve of her waist, and I felt her tense beneath my touch. Part of me registered that she was scared—that this was wrong, that I was being exactly the kind of person I'd always sworn I'd never become.
But the larger part—the part drowning in betrayal and rage and this overwhelming need to make her understand what she'd done to me—didn't care.
"What did I wait for in the end?" The words came out rough, almost unhinged, as my hand continued its path upward. "I waited. I was patient. I changed everything for you. And what did I get? Your f*****g betrayal!"
"Stop," Crimson said weakly. "This isn't who we are."
"She made us this way," I shot back. "She destroyed us. Why shouldn't we—"
I felt wetness against my pal
