JULIAN STYLES POV

Ugh. I punched the wall, the impact causing my knuckles to tear and bleed. Pain shot up my arm, a sharp stinging sensation burning at my knuckles and making my eyes water.

It hurt a lot, but it wasn't enough to block out the sharp pain that twisted my heart every time I thought about the way Hazel had looked at me.

I showed her the truth about that bastard and she'd told me to fucking leave.

Was I so fucking repulsive? Was my touch such a fucking taboo to her? How ...