CHRISTIAN POV
Even with her gone, the little liar still managed to claw her way into my head.
Her voice. Her stubborn little frown. The way she looked at me that night, like I was a monster.
Every damn night, I saw her when I closed my eyes. Every day, I fought the urge to go to her, just to hear her breathe.
I should’ve forgotten her by now. Erased her like I do with everyone else. But instead, I found myself in her empty room, like some pathetic fool.
I straightened the books on the eighty-thousand-dollar shelf I bought for a room she barely used. Romance novels. All those ridiculous, cringe-worthy stories she devoured as if they were gospel. I arranged them alphabetically, even noticed the gaps in the letters. It irritated me. So much so that I’d told Daniel to buy every damn roma
