Xander
I drove home, anger simmering in my belly. Anika was still playing her games. I couldn’t be sure if she’d wrecked her office to get my attention or not. It didn’t make sense either way. She had really hurt herself and the way she’d been crying was too real, too genuine to have been planned… at least I hoped so.
I could still see the look in her eyes when she realized I had walked in; she’d been hurt, vulnerable, broken. She hadn’t so much as winced even when I removed the tiny shard of glass that was embedded in her palm before wrapping it. Still, for her to kiss me at that moment…
Had she been looking for comfort? A distraction? Or was it just another one of her schemes to get me to accept her?
It didn’t matter anymore. I had walked away. I was done with Anika. I was done wit
