"Was it fun, Elizabeth?" His laugh was sharp, bitter. "You must've thought I was a fool, huh?"
I turned my head, eyes wide at his knuckles split open and bleeding against the wall. My chest heaved, my throat tightening as his words cut into me.
"All this time," he spat, his face inches from mine,
"when you looked at me with those soft f*****g eyes... when you looked at me like I was the only one that mattered, was any of it real?"
"Yes," | cried, my voice breaking. "It was real. I love you, Christian."
The words slipped out before I could stop them.
The truth l'd buried, the truth l'd been too terrified to give him-finally free, when it could only destroy me.
Christian's laughter erupted, but it wasn't joy, it was madness. He staggered back a step, blood dripping from his hand, clap
