Fawn’s POV
“Still hate me,” I clarified, I had been silent in his life for six months surely that would dampen the feelings a little. No one had openly hated me before. Richard and Gemma, yes, but they had never said the words to me… Fawn.
A muscle ticked in his jaw. He looked away first, his eyes fixing on the window like the sky held answers he couldn’t find anywhere else.
“Honestly, yes. I hated you for what you did, and who you are… were,” he said finally. “The lies. The manipulation. The way you’d twist everything until I couldn’t tell up from down.” His voice was flat, controlled. “I hated you for playing games with my trust and making me feel like a fool for trying.”
Past tense. All of it.
He had said were.
“And now?” I pressed, even though part of me didn’t want the answer. “
