Mag-log inConnor’s POV“The rage didn’t disappear all at once.”It was a fire that it ignited in itself, a fire it sustained with charcoal-like devotion even after the flames were extinguished. I paced back and forth in my apartment for close to an hour before I managed to steady my hands, before I managed to relax my jaw sufficiently so that I wasn't wincing from tooth pain. I had not felt regret. No, not exactly. But a similar sensation.I sat on the edge of the couch, in the hotel reception, elbows on my knees, I refused to book a room, something clawed at me definitely not regret but maybe guilt in the way Mandy looked at me like she was disappointed. I finally reached for my phone.Jack picked up on the second ring.“YeahA word. Flat. Guarded.“Where are you?” I asked.“Hospital“Another pause. “With Mandy“Yes“With… him?”“YesClosing my eyes, I exhaled slowly through my nose. “Which hospital?”“He told me,” he said. I nodded although he couldn’t see me. “I’m coming.”He didn't arg
Ethan’s POVI did not know how I managed to remain so idle.I'd spent the entire day staring obscenely at the wall across from where I slept, as if it might magically open up and give me some direction. My body ached as though a part of me had been hollowed out and filled with dead air. I felt as though I both felt and didn't feel at the same time. Thoughts swirled through my mind in a fractured cycle: a phrase begun, a fear glittering but not defined, until even standing up became a chore.When I finally made a move, my legs betrayed me and weakened beneath me, as if they belonged to someone else.The bathroom light was too bright. I turned on the shower without thinking, turning the knob until the water was ice cold. The cold slammed into me as soon as I stepped into it. I needed something, anything to penetrate the migraine that had taken residence behind my eyes for weeks now.The water poured down over my head, down my face, down my back. I put my hands against the tile wall an
Mandy’s POVI could hardly breathe.When I saw the blood, my body reacted on its own accord.It was more than a dislike, and it never had been. Blood had a peculiar, primal effect on me. My stomach churned, churning hard enough to make the nausea turn a spin cycle in my mind. Cold beads of sweat formed on the lower half of my back and on the back of my neck, and the palms of both of my hands were slick. My vision began to constrict, as though the walls were closing in around me. It was a phenomenon that had occurred on several occasions before, andIt was so much of it.It splattered the wall, slicked the floor, and soaked into Aaron's clothes, making it impossible for me to see the original color. My ears were ringing. The air was heavy and metallic.I had to swallow hard to prevent myself from vomiting.Connor was cornered, like an animal in the corner, puffing for air, his chest heaving, his eyes wide and unfocused, like a mad dog that had finally been dissuaded from attacking
Aaron's POVI should have seen this coming.This image weighed heavily on my mind long before any punch landed on my flesh. Inevitable and heavy, like the hand of fate catching up with me at long last, six years into my game of evasion. I didn’t know where Ethan was, but I didn’t have to. Connor’s presence told me all I needed to know.He knew.He knew Paul.He knew about all the deceits.“He knows there is a wedding, a Benson, a company, a way in which I have wrapped Ethan in half-truths and desperation, naming it love,” he said, his voice a low, monotone hum, a drumbeatHow could I blame Ethan for telling him? Ethan had sat in this house, had played the part of my fake fiancé, had grinned in photos, had tolerated whispers and persuasion and my silence. He had borne the weight of my secrets as though they were his transgressions.If anything, this—that whatever Connor had planned for me—was a shadow of what I deserved.Before the door had scarcely finished opening, the first punch ha
Mandy’s POVCheryl was smiling.This alone should have warned me.I moved closer to her with the boxes in my hand from rearranging my office earlier.She was standing in the middle of the hallway outside of her office, her head perfectly coiffed, her shoes clicking softly against the marble floor as if everything was just fine in the world. Which, given the current state of the company, the press, and the general disaster of Aaron and Ethan's engagement, was kind of insane."Morning,” I said, taking it a little slower. “What’s going on?”Her expression was like she’d been anxious to share some positive information. 'Oh, Ethan’s brother was just here.'I blinked. “What?”Cheryl adjusted the boxes in her arms. Connor— he had just left. He wanted to see Aaron,”There was relief in her face. Real relief. Like a weight had been lifted.My eyebrows furrowed so tightly they hurt. “Connor. was here?”“Yes,” she nodded. “And honestly? Thank God.”My stomach fell.Before I could pose another qu
Connor’s POV Jack was able to get a two o'clock flight for me.He did it like it was no big deal, like it was just another favor between us, but his eyes kept flicking back and forth between my clenched fists and something told me he knew something was very wrong.“Fastest route I could get,” he said as we walked through the airport. “You’re welcome.”I didn't react.My head was buzzing. Not thoughts, noise. Rage. A low violent hum that thrummed beneath my skin that wouldn’t quit no matter how deeply I breathed. With each step toward the front of the room, it felt like I was being pulled by something ugly and ancient that had been lying in wait six years.Jack cleared his throat. “So, you want to tell me why you called me, sounding like you were getting ready to kill somebody?”I must have stopped walking and turned on him so abruptly that he nearly knocked into me.“Don’t,” I saidHe held out both hands. "Fine. Fine. But Connor, come on—this is not your typical radio silence."I beg






