She ended the call before he could say another word.
The screen went dark, her reflection faintly visible on the black glass. Georgia’s fingers stayed around the phone, trembling slightly. For a moment, she couldn’t move. The silence in her room pressed down heavy, almost choking.
Her heart beat too fast, too loud. It felt like it was trying to break out of her chest.
She blinked a few times, trying to steady her breath, but it came out uneven. “Deal with it,” she whispered to herself, repeating the words Lucian had said. Her lips quivered as she tried to laugh, but no sound came. “Right. Of course.”
She pressed the back of her hand against her mouth, her eyes burning. She didn’t want to cry, not again, not because of him. But the tears came anyway.
They rolled slowly down her cheeks,
