CHAPTER FOURTEEN
TRAINING
Theo’s POV
The living room smells like popcorn and pine-scented candles. Mum has always insisted on that particular scent. A favorite of hers. Mateo’s spread across the recliner like a cat, his shoes kicked off, a bowl of chips balanced precariously on his chest while he scrolls through his phone. Brian's on the couch beside me, furiously mashing buttons on a controller like his life depends on it. Some zombie apocalypse game flashes across the screen, volume too loud, colors too bright for how I feel.
And me? I’m here. Physically. Mentally, I’m still standing in front of Amber, hearing her say, “That’s what I wanted.” By the goddess, she lied. I felt it. In her voice. In the way her hands shook when I let go.
But I let her go anyway. Why the f**k did I do th
