Abby’s POV
I slam Jane down onto the small glass table which immediately shatters beneath us, causing me to land on top of her.
Her enraged screams fill the air as I close my fingers around her throat, craning my arm back to swing my fist into her face. A mixture of emotions swamp my brain as I continue to land punch after punch against her snarling mouth. Anger. Both at her and myself for believing the ruse that she created for so damn long. Hurt. That I had poured out my heart to this person. This person who wasn’t even real. Who had no love for me. No loyalty. No heart.
How the hell could I have been so stupid?
The overwhelming weight of it all causes me to momentarily forget the craftiness of the beast I am fighting. I pay for my oversight when I feel a sharp pain shoot up my b
