She laughed again, shaking her head. “It always has something to do with her. Ever since she ran away from the park, she has been something to you. You have been looking for her. Even when the two of you were younger, you were just roaming around her.”
I slammed my hand against the desk, the sharp sound echoing in the room. “Lysandra, I don’t love you.”
The words hung between us, heavier than anything I had ever said to her before.
She froze, her breath catching. For the first time since she walked in, her anger cracked, revealing something far more fragile beneath it.
But she masked it quickly, her expression hardening once more.
“You’re a coward,” she whispered. “You hide behind your title, behind your f*****g responsibilities, but the truth is, you just don’t want to feel anything
