Chapter Fifty-Seven
The cold air of the hallway did nothing to cool the fire burning in my veins as I hurried back up the wooden stairs to Jake’s quarters. My boots felt heavy, but my steps were filled with a frantic, desperate energy. Vivian’s mocking words kept looping in my head like a broken record. Men in this world get bored of fragile things very quickly. She wanted me gone. She was actively pushing me to the edge, confident that I would simply fold under the pressure and run away.
But I wasn't going to make it that easy for her.
I pushed open the door to the bedroom and closed it quietly behind me, not bothering to lock it this time because my focus was entirely consumed by the bookshelf in the corner. I crossed the room in three strides, dropping to my knees on the cold floorbo
