Neven didn't speak for a minute and I didn't need to hear his answer. It was already written in his silence. In the way his hand slowly loosened around the handle of my suitcase, hesitant but reluctant and inevitable.
That tiny surrender and Olivia's evil, proud smile told me everything I needed to know.
So I pulled, and this time, he didn't stop me.
The wheels of my luggage rolled over the polished floor as I walked toward the door, each step heavier than the last. My pulse pounded in my ears, steady and hollow, echoing the ache that had finally gone numb.
"Jane, wait!" Neven's voice chased me with desperation at the edges.
What else does he want? What does he even need me for now? He had her. He chose her.
I didn't turn around. Not this time, and as I didn't answer him either, he c
