Slamming the door behind me was a welcome release of some of the anger that had been building since I opened my eyes to this world. I wanted to scream, throw things, run away, but I kept it together. Quintus had no idea what he was stirring with his questioning and these clothes. Christ, these clothes.
I couldn’t breathe. The room closed in on me. Maybe it isn’t too late to change my mind. Maybe I could just stay dead. I sat cross-legged on the bed folding over to press my forehead into the mattress.
“You can do this, Liv. Just let him go.” Fury erupted inside of me. It felt like it was just yesterday I was in the apartment. One instant, I was fighting for two more months with Holden, the next I was here, alone. I didn’t even have a cell phone to call him if I wanted to hear his voice—no, no thinking like that. You don’t want to hear his voice or his lies.
I didn’t even know who I was angry with. Quintus for bringing up the dream? Myself for having it in the first place? Or Holden for, well, everything. The smart money was probably on number three. The pain and heartbreak of when I first woke up was nothing compared to the rage that was slowly taking over. Liar! Traitor! He’d betrayed me at his first opportunity. How could I have been so stupid? How did I not see him for who he was?
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