Amelia’s POV

Jasper’s roar still echoed in my ears, his face twisted with fury as he screamed, “You can’t reject me! I reject your rejection!”

His bloodied, swollen face made him look like a monster, and his words made my stomach turn.

My heart pounded, my body aching from the earlier beatings—cuts on my arms, bruises on my cheek, and a torn sweater barely holding me together. It had taken every ounce of energy I had to fight back for once, but the result was me standing there ...