Elara'S POV
Xavier was livid. His grip tightened on my upper arms and his neck had turned a deep crimson. I probably should have been afraid of him, but I couldn’t find that fear among all the hurt and anger. Telling me he owned me were not the words to make this situation better. Why didn’t he understand? As much as I hated to admit it, I was falling for him and Lysander both, but to them this was a game.
They’d been playing me from the start. My heart felt like it had been torn from my chest and stomped on. I’d gotten way more attached to them than I’d realized. I’d fallen for their manipulations. How was I supposed to know which words were real, and which were said to coerce me?
I’d had no idea the stake in their game was my heart. What were they going to do once they had me and the
