"I know about the masked men."
The color leaves her face so completely and so fast that it's almost beautiful.
I smile. "You keep hiding things from me." I cross toward her. "And I thought you were my girl."
Tears fill her eyes.
"Baby." I stop in front of her. "You are my girl. But I need you to tell me the truth."
She swallows. "Fine. They took it."
"Who'sthey?"
"The ones in the masks."
I lick my teeth. She's holding something back still, and I don’t fucking like it. "Do you know who they are?"
She shakes her head.
I reach out and take her chin in my fingers, tilting her face up. "Adela."
"I've been trying to figure it out this whole time," she says. "I don't know."
"Is it the guy you've been meeting at the library?"
I didn't think she could get paler.
I run my fingertips down the side of her face slowly. "You shouldn't have transferred here, babe. How do I know it wasn’t you who put me in a coma?"
The first tear falls as she gasps. I watch it track down her cheek and drip off her jaw.
"Crying only makes you look guilty."
"I would never do that to you. I… I… You should go."
I tilt my head, needing her to finish her sentence.
She shakes herself out of it, wiping her face. "I want to end things."
"End things," I say.
She nods and wipes her face again. "I want to break up with you."
Those words land in my chest and detonate into something liquid and hot that moves through every vein in my body. Shewants to break up with me? The scorching burn turns into a throbbing ache.
She doesn't get to do that.
"Break up," I repeat.
More tears.
I clench my jaw and lean in. "You're leaving with me right now."
She shakes her head. "No."
I reach for her. She steps back. "No."
I step forward, and she stumbles against the dresser behind her, her hands finding the edge of it. "Stop. We’re done."
