Matio Rodriguez
I shut the bedroom door behind me, but I couldn’t block out the smell of chocolate cookies wafting through the house.
She made them for me. To apologize.
My first instinct was to scoff. After everything, a plate of cookies? Really? I didn’t even like sweets. At least, that’s what I kept telling myself.
But then I remembered her face—how it crumpled just a little when I made that c***k about them being poisoned.
What the hell is wrong with me?
I threw my jacket onto the chair and sat on the edge of the bed, running a hand through my hair. I was the one who messed up. I pushed her to the brink. I wanted to break her spirit. But now, seeing her fight back, it wasn’t as satisfying as I thought.
She was right. I wanted to shatter her because I was angry—angry at Hinata, a
