Bryn
I can’t believehe broke up with me.
He’s ruined everything.
I knew this could never work out. I knew it. We come from rival clans. We’re star-crossed lovers, as it were, and no matter what, we can’t be together.
I know this now.
And yet…
The way he held me when he thought I was sick.
The way we’ve made love.
The way he laughs at my stupid jokes, holds my hand when I’m scared, the way he’s fought for me.
I can’t… it wasn’t all a hoax. I know it wasn’t.
I pace the chalet, acutely aware of the guard outside. I blindly swipe at tears that blur my vision, the knife in my heart twisting with every memory of what just happened.
I shake when I think about what I have to do. What will happen to him if he goes all the way to Paris without me?
Oh God.
Oh God.
My father’s expecting me to go. If I don’t… he’ll have someone take my place.
I have to stop him. I have to find him. If I don’t, Mac’s life is in danger.
Fuck, we’re all in danger.
How could he leave me?
I need to act, but I’m paralyzed with pain and fear.
He said he loved me. Then why would he do this?Why?
I’m not worthy of love. I feared it was true, and now I know it.
“He doesn’t love me,” I whisper to myself. “If he did, he wouldn’t have left me.”
Do I love him?
Can I love someone who doesn’t love me back?
Of course I can.
Of course I bloody well can.
I look around his chalet, the memories of everything he’s done and said while we were together playing in an endless loop, threatening to tear me in two.
I never knew what it was like to be loved. Not until Mac.
And if you love a person… you will do what’s best for them.
I need help. I have to save Mac, and I need help.
