"Ash really is a heartless one," Harris said, finally letting go of me. His voice dripped with mock sympathy, like he actually cared.

I glared at him, feeling my blood boil with everything I had been holding inside. And before I even realized it, I snapped.

I grabbed the closest thing I could find—a small pillow—and hurled it straight at him. “See? I was never his girl! What a jerk. Total… idiot.”

I don’t normally curse—I just don’t—but right then, I ...