Cara's POV
“Please, leave.”
That is all I manage to say.
My cheeks feel wet, and I realize they are my tears. They roll down one after another, but I refuse to look weak.
…Not like before. Not like the fragile person I used to be.
I need to stay strong.
I wipe the tears away, turn quickly, and pull open my wardrobe. I grab an oversized sweater and put it on. The way it wraps around me calms me slightly, but I still keep my back to Alaric.
“You need to go. Right now,” I say, doing my best to keep my voice steady.
“About last night… It was a mistake. I was drunk and it didn’t mean anything.” I feel my voice steadying further as I speak, my resolve growing. “We have no relationship, and we never will. Just like you’ve always wanted.”
“The partnership between DarkWood and BloodyMoon w
