Tessa's POV
“Still want you all the time…” I muttered under my breath, dragging the back of my hand across my eyes to wipe away the tears before anyone could see.
For a second back on that bench, I really thought Hardin was going to reach out. I thought he might finally say something real. But just like every other time I waited on him to choose me, to ask me to stay—nothing happened. He just walked away to go face the cameras, ready to tell the whole world I was nothing more than an adoptive sister.
There was no point sitting out here feeling sorry for myself anymore.
I pulled myself up from the stone bench, gritting my teeth through the soreness, and decided to go check on Mrs. Margaret before anything else happened. Even if the guards only let me peek through the door, I just needed
