Reed
Rayne knew.
He knew.
The truth was out, and I couldn’t shove it back into the dark where it belonged. I couldn’t pretend anymore. I couldn’t sweet-talk it away, couldn't seduce it into silence, couldn’t lie and cry and curl into his chest and beg him to believe in me.
He knew.
And yet… and yet…
This couldn’t be the end.
No. That was impossible.
Rayne loved me. He loved me.
Sure, he’d be angry. He’d scream—he always screamed when he was overwhelmed. He’d break things, maybe punch a hole in the wall. Maybe he’d even slap me. Maybe he'd grab me and shake me and demand to know why. And I’d cry, and beg, and kiss the inside of his wrists while he yelled, and I’d take it all.
Gladly.
I’d take any punishment if it meant he’d still be mine afterward. He could bruise me, he could ha
