CHAPTER THIRTY FIVE

If a burning gaze has the power to kill, then it is certain that I should be six feet deep in the ground right now. Dead. Grilled to death by the hot coals blazing from Luke's glistening red eyes.

Seconds that feel like insane torture pass by as Luke's flaming eyes burn into mine. He is not saying anything, but I don't want him to. Not yet.

Not now that I am sure that his words will shatter me to pieces if he speaks them.

"Go to hell Alicia."

And they do shatter me. To tiny, irredeemable pieces. He spits them out with so much venom that actually takes me to hell and back. My vision blurs, and I allow the tears to pour.

My palm is itching with pain from the slap. What have I done? How. . . . . .how could I have been so stupid?

"Luke I—"

He turns away from me and walks over to the driver's door of the car. I watch him helplessly as he opens the door.

He is about to enter, but stops.

"Uhm, about the project, I am almost done with the paintings. You can drop by whenever you like if you ca