CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND EIGHTY FIVE

Sarah falls silent and this pain is a living thing inside of me, “Enough of this. I may love you but it’s starting to become clear to me that whatever love you once had inside of me, I destroyed myself. I don’t hold you accountable for how you feel about me. But if there is truly no love for me in you, then don’t insult me with your pity. As far as Esmerelda is concerned, she is a friend and nothing more.”

I take a step away from her, seeing the look on Sarah’s face and steeling my heart, “I don’t want you bringing me food or trying to take care of me. If I have a nightmare or a panic attack, let me suffer by myself. I’ll overcome it at some point.”

I’m about to step away when she says, her voice a little sharp, “I don’t pity you.”

My jaw tightens, “Really? Because that’s what it seems like to me.”

“Well, you’re wrong!” She actually sounds almost angry, “Both you and Aliya are wrong! We were true mates! Even if the bond is dead, it doesn’t mean that I still don’t care for y