MELISSA.
“Arrrrrrrrrghhhh!”
The scream ripped out of me the moment the door slammed shut behind him. It wasn’t graceful, it wasn’t quiet, just raw pain twisting out of my chest like a blade being pulled free.
My knees nearly buckled. My lungs burned like I’d sprinted for miles. I clutched at my hair, pressing my palms to my temples as if I could hold my skull together.
What kind of fate was this?
What twisted joke had the Moon Goddess carved for me?
Why me?
Why must everything, every humiliation, every cruelty, land on my shoulders?
My breath trembled as the memory seared into me again, hot and raw: Caleb holding Amelia, kissing her the way a man kisses the one he wants.
Their bodies tangled.
His voice, dripping with satisfaction. And me, forced to stand there, forced to watch,
