I turned to leave, but her voice stopped me cold.
“You know this isn’t your world, don’t you?”
I froze.
Slowly, I turned back.
She looked beautiful.
Cold.
Untouchable.
The kind of woman who had spent years mastering the art of saying ugly things in a lovely voice.
“Excuse me?”
She stepped closer, lowering her voice just enough that it became intimate.
Cruel in a way only women like her knew how to be.
“I’m not saying he doesn’t care for you,” she said. “He does. For now. Landon likes intensity. He likes things that make him feel deeply. But eventually, reality catches up.”
I stared at her.
Every part of me wanted to walk away.
But my feet wouldn’t move.
“You are a sweet girl,” she continued. “But you are not built for the life he’s going to have. You don’t understand what it
