I’m set alight by Saint’s glower because it’s game over.
Alek has won.
“Such a shame. You’ll miss the masquerade ball I’m organizing for Willow’s big unveiling.” He is such a patronizing asshole. It takes all my willpower not to turn around and knee him in the balls.
I close my eyes, desperate to keep the tears at bay because I need him to know that I’m okay. No matter what Alek does to me, Saint will always, always have my heart.
When I reopen them, the last sliver of hope floats to the wind, leaving me with an emptiness so great, I don’t know how I will survive this without him. But I must. And I will.
“You can pack up your things. And take whatever you think Zoey will want.”
“You’re not going to say goodbye to her?” I ask him, but my eyes are locked on Saint’s. Is this our goodbye
