Cara's POV
My hands shook as I closed my room door, leaning against it like it could somehow hold me together.
‘I don't love her.’ Blade's voice echoed in my head. ‘It's just pity, nothing more.’
I placed my hand on my chest, struggling with the tears that were threatening to pour out. Why does hearing him say those words hurt so much?
My mind flashed to the memory of the kiss we shared, the way he always looks at me during healing sessions and even the anger in his voice when he'd confronted me about the press conference—anger that came from caring, from the fear of losing something important. Or had I just been delusional all this while?
Maybe I'd just been seeing what I wanted to see, reading meaning into gestures that didn't really mean anything.
My chest ached so bad, in ways th
