“I’m all for it. Just say the word,” Cara said, deadpan. “I'm good at making bodies disappear. I'll feed him to the pigs.”
I sighed. "Poor pigs don't deserve something nasty like him."
Cara grinned. “Whatever you want. You just have to say the word."
I ran a hand through my messy hair, still shaky from the damn dream and now vibrating with rage. “First he breaks my heart, now he comes here like he still has some kind of claim on me. Like I’m still his.”
“You’re not,” Cara said firmly. “You’re you, and you’re free. And if he thinks for one second he can crawl back in with charm and sob stories—”
“I’ll tear his throat out myself,” I said, meeting her eyes.
A long pause. Then Cara added, with a wicked little grin, “Also... if you’re still dreaming about Rhys with his shirt off, maybe Ja
