Leo
"What about her?" she responded breezily.
"What happened to her?" She stopped, her cheeks heated, and she shifted from foot to foot.
I hated that I was making her feel this way, but I needed her to tell me. “What is it?" I took a step closer, pleading. "No lies, remember?”
Her eyes slid to mine as she chewed her lip. They were glazed with tears, and I closed the last bit of space between us, grasping her arms. “Please tell me.”
“So you can use it against me?” she spat, flicking one of my hands away so she could wipe the back of her eyes.
That stung. Few things could actually hurt me, and she, her words, and what she thought of me were at the very top of that list.
I hated seeing on her face the image of what I created—the echo of my reputation.
I knew I f,ucking knew she was
