Lola’s POV

Morgan's rage boiled over. His face turned dark red. His jaw clenched tight. His hands clenched into fists at his sides. The muscles in his arms tensed.

"You can't do this," he said. His voice was low. Dangerous. Shaking. "You can't just throw away everything we have. Everything we built together. Everything we meant to each other."

I kept my face blank. Cold. Like stone. Like ice that wouldn't melt.

"There's nothing to throw away," I said. "We had fun. That's all it was. Nothing ...