Incredulous, I barked out a watery laugh. “Sorry...you’re sorry,” I ground out. “You ruined half my damn life then cost me the perfect love I’m ever likely to find and, you’re sorry?” I didn’t realize my feet were moving until the resounding slam of my palm meeting her cheek, startled me more than it did her. Gasping, I stepped back, our eyes locked in a silent battle of loathing in mine and mixed emotions in hers.
She reached out a hand before I saw the tears in her eyes. “I am truly sorry. Saint and I—”
Shaking my head, I turned and raced down the pathway toward the car. There, I hugged the wheel as soon as I slid inside and let the tears usurp my usual confidence for a long while until nothing, but dry heaving filled the car. I stared at my face swollen with sadness. Why couldn’t I catch a break? Just live life carefree and not worry about tomorrow.
With a soft groan, I started the car and drove home.
Chapter 46 - Levana
Flipping onto my stomach, I closed my eyes and willed sleep to come. Yet, no matter how hard I tried, my exhausted body wouldn’t succumb to the rest I craved. It was three in the afternoon, and I was still in my pjs.
Over the last three weeks, I’d done nothing but moped. My heart hurt, my head spun, my eyes stung, every day, every hour, every minute. Aunt Trina couldn’t make it to come visit but promised she would as soon as she could. That left in me a dilemma of whether to believe Saint or not. Her usual inspiring advice always set me straight and gave me direction. Now, I just felt completely lost.
Walking away from him had been pure torture. But I had to. It would be easy to give into the urge to go to him and put all of this behind us. Let him take me to bed and wipe away the memories of what had happened. Pretend that it was all some sick twisted dream, I’d just woken from. Only the risk of being scarred for life if something worse had to happen was too great.
“Hey?”
I looked over my shoulder.
Eliana stood just inside my door with a plate in her hand. “I brought you chocolate cake.” Her smile lacked its usual spark only because she was hurting for me too. “I made it myself and this time, I added more sugar.” She neared the bed.
Rolling up to sit, I offered her a small smile, accepted the plate and took a bite. “It’s good,” I said, my voice hoarse from crying too much. The cake did taste good, but my stomach wasn’t up to meeting the treat. Setting the plate on the nightstand, I patted the covers. “Sit with me.”
She climbed onto the bed and sitting on her knees, looked at me, the worry in her eyes flagrant as the sad expression on her face. “Feeling any better?”
I shrugged. “I’ll get over it,” I replied, not sure who I was trying to convince, me or her.
“I want to show you something that Cian sent me when I was in Texas with dad. At the time she said to keep it as a secret.” She scrolled through her phone, tapped on something then held it out to me.
Curious, I took the phone and stared at the photo. It was from the night Cian and I went to Insanity. I laughed at the memory. “Cian took this?” I asked, still staring at the picture.
“Yes.”
She’d taken it while we were on the dancefloor. “He followed me to the club that night,” I explained, my thumb rolling over the photo. “I planned to give my virginity to the guy I was dancing with. Then Saint turned up. God, I’d never seen him look so angry before. To make things worse, I decided to tease him with a seductive dance with the other guy. Saint wasn’t impressed and literally yanked me out that guy’s arms.”
I stared at the photo again. Saint stood behind me, his arms around my waist as we swayed to the music.“I’m going to paint my fucking cock with your virgin blood tonight, Snow.”His whisper in my ear had startled me and I’d leaned to the side to look up at him, eyes filled with burning lust, he’d stared down at me. One corner of his mouth lifted slightly in a sexy smile, his expression one of adoration while mine conveyed my obvious shock. Cian had captured the moment perfectly.
