CHAPTER SIXTY -- Shadows and Choices
The door clicked shut, and with it, the weight of everything crushed down on me.
I slid down the wall, the strength bleeding out of my legs, my lungs aching from the breath I hadn’t realised I was holding. My lips still tingled from his kiss—raw, bruised, like a claim. I hated that it left an imprint. I hated that I could still feel him.
But most of all, I hated the part of me that hadn’t pulled away fast enough.
The silence after Vincent’s departure was the loudest thing in the room. I wrapped my arms around myself, not to warm my body, but to hold in the scream clawing at my throat.
What had I done?
I wasn’t sure if I’d saved Dan or damned myself.
The night was still and black, the mansion dipped in shadows. I moved like a ghost, barefoot and c
