[Adelaide Knowles]
I was tired of crying. No. I suddenly reawakened with a new resolve to get my grit back into the fold. Now, while I wasn’t sure what this meant, I was sure that I was going to pay Christian Castillo ten times the torture he had put me through ever since we crossed paths. I had finally had enough of the games. The sick plot twists. The damage. My resolve had been carved into splinters. Delirious fragments that left only the aftermath of pain.
I could handle being rejected. Sure, I went feral when I made sure to crash his most expensive cars into scrap metal. It was the least of rage simmering beneath my skin. Like a lava. He knew I was burning alive and yet, he sunk deeper, dragging out every ounce of madness until the only thing I remembered was how to fall apart.
