Summer POV

I landed on the concrete floor with a thud. My head bounced off the ground and met Blake’s blue-eyed gaze. Conner closed the door behind him. That bastard, I shouldn’t have thought I could trust him.

“Summer, I’ve thought about you for months,” Blake began.

“So have I. I can’t say they were good thoughts.”

Liquid rolled down the side of my head. I touched the liquid. It was blood.

“Look at that, you can’t heal yourself anymore. How tragic,” Blake ...