"You’re letting her win," Logan said, his voice sharp and edged with frustration.
I looked up from where I sat on the edge of the bed, my hands trembling slightly as I clutched the crumpled piece of paper Lina had left behind. Her words still burned in my mind, seeping into every c***k of my resolve like acid.
“She’s not winning,” I replied, though my voice wavered. "She’s just… playing her game."
Logan’s jaw tightened, his shoulders stiff as he stood in the doorway, his presence both comforting and suffocating. "And you’re letting her dictate the rules, Eli. That’s not who you are."
I stood abruptly, my legs brushing against the corner of the bed. "What choice do I have, Logan? Every time I try to move forward, she finds a way to pull me back. I can’t even breathe without wondering wh
