Blade’s P.O.V.
My jaw dropped as that small and stupid memory of ten years ago flashed through my mind.
“Wait, what?”
“You don’t even remember, do you?” she said, her voice rising.
“I was standing right there, watching the guy I thought cared about me make out with someone else.”
“Meghan, I—” I began, but she cut me off with a wave of her hand.
“Save it,” she said, turning away.
“You wanted to know why I didn’t say goodbye? That’s why.”
Before she could storm off, I got up from the floor and crossed the room in two strides to block her path, pressing my hands against the wall on either side of her to trap her in.
“Hold on,” I said firmly.
“You can’t just drop that bomb on me and walk away.”
Meghan glared at me, her eyes flashing.
“Move aside, Blade.”
“Not until we talk a
