Alexander

The door slams behind me so hard the frame rattles against its hinges. I don’t wait to see if Evangeline would run after me. I don’t wait to hear her voice. If I stayed another second in that house with her eyes on me—those same eyes that had been lying to me every day since we met—I would be broken in ways I cannot fix.

My chest is on fire. Heat creeps through my entire body, searing through my skin, ribs and bones. My breathing comes fast and harsh, scraping my throat ...