I knew I should’ve left, but some masochistic part of me hadn’t let me. Or maybe it’d been the human part of me, the part that was aware that what I’d been doing was wrong. The part that needed me to bear witness to the effect my actions had on Finn.
“Finn wouldn’t want you to starve yourself.”
I wouldn’t be so sure about that.
I scoffed at myself.
No.
He really wouldn’t want that.
And that was the problem, wasn’t it?
Even with everything I’d done, all the ways I’d hurt him, he still wouldn’t want me hurting myself. Because deep in his heart, he was good.
On the other hand, deep inside, I was a stalker.
Someone who’d followed his mate for three years.
Someone who’d terrified the person they were meant to be with.
Well, I’d royally screwed that up, hadn’t I?
He’d never want to be with me now.
He didn’t even want me to explain.
He hadn’t called.
Or texted.
Hadn’t tried contacting me in any way.
And he probably never would.
“Eric…”
“Later,” I said. “I’ll eat later.”
Maybe tomorrow.
Or a week from now.
Maybe once the aching hole in my chest didn’t feel as all-consuming anymore.
I scoffed.
That would never happen.
Because leaving Finn had meant leaving my fucking heart behind, and now it was missing. It’d always be missing. It’d stay with him. It fucking belonged to him.
“If you don’t feed, I’ll call Aries and ask him if force feeding a vampire is something that can be done.”
I shrugged.
So what if Bennie called Aries?
I didn’t care, and I doubted Aries would.
