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I leaned against the wall long after Iva fled. She had been right to stop me; I knew it even then, but admitting that didn't lessen the ache.
I battled the longing—wanting her so badly it felt like my bones might splinter, missing her to the point of madness—while guilt pressed in. I couldn't shake her face as she pushed me away: panic flickering in her eyes, her shaky breath, the desperate way she ran as if staying would burn her alive.
And then... that thing she brought home.
My stomach clenched. The thought of her fleeing into his arms to calm the storm I’d ignited inside her made me nauseous. Possessiveness stabbed through my chest, making it hard to breathe. I couldn't stand imagining him touching, kissing, or holding her.
I couldn’t finish the thought, my b
