DANIELLE'S POV
I can't breathe.
My heart feels like it's being crushed, my hands are trembling in my lap, and all I can do is sit here in Skye's car and watch.
Watch as Xarion wraps his arms around Megan from behind, pulling her back against his chest like she's the most precious thing in the world.
Like she's his.
Like I don't even exist.
I can see the need in the way he holds her, the tenderness in the way his head drops to her shoulder, and the way his body curves protectively around hers.
And it's killing me.
Because that should be me.
That affection, that devotion, that desperate need to hold on, it should all be directed at me.
Not her.
Never her.
And I hate that no matter what I do, no matter how hard I try, I can't compete with the hold she has over him.
"Danielle," Sk
