ILIANA’S POV
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My heart rate spikes as I stand frozen, lost in the confusion of what to do or what to say as Drystan stands in the same position for minutes, which feels like hours. “Drystan?” I whisper his name, afraid that he might spook like a horse and bolt. His shoulders pull back, every muscle popping in his back, the lines look like hard edges of a rocky mountain, and my breathing completely stops for the length of three heart beats as he lifts his head, but he’s still facing the door. “f**k,” he rasps, and slams his palm against the door’s frame before stepping back from it.
I know God works in mysterious ways, but I’m really hoping that he did not send me an abusive man after letting me fall in love with a cheater. “What’s going on?” I push, needing to know more. “I want to hel
