[Lilia]

I slammed the door shut, tears brimming at the corners of my eyes, and I didn’t try to stop them. They began rolling down, one by one, until they streamed without stopping, blurring my vision as I dove into my bed. I buried my face into the pillows and screamed at the top of my lungs, letting out all my frustration and anger. I punched the sheets with every ounce of my strength, hoping—praying—that the fabric was actually Ronan’s smug, greedy face.

How could this happen? I ...