Chapter Eighteen
Zurie
He hates me.
My heart felt as if a fist had wrapped around it, squeezing it harder and harder with each passing moment. Falling on the bed, I closed my eyes. More tears filled them then streamed down my face.
I hated myself, so why shouldn’t Cayce hate me too?
My weakness had destroyed all the good that had once been within me. I was nothing more than the evil b***h Cayce had said I was. I didn’t think it was possible anymore to go back to the person I was before Niko Armstrong had called me into his office. I’d changed. I’d done things that my old self would have found unimaginable.
Taking a deep breath, I wiped the tears away with the backs of my hands, then sat up. I couldn’t lie around crying anymore. I had to do something.
Tommy’s words came back to me.
