He gave a short, bitter laugh, a sound completely devoid of humor. It was the sound of something breaking. “Love? You have the audacity to stand in my house and use that word, after what I just saw?” He gestured towards my tightly clenched fist. “what is that in your hand, Angel? A token of his undying affection?” My hand flew open instinctively, revealing the small, damning piece of metal. “It’s a key. He tried to give it to me. He said it was for a safe place. I didn’t want it, Damien! I tried to refuse!” “A key,” he said, his voice dropping to a lethal whisper. “A key to your new life together, I presume. How very thoughtful of him. Planning your escape right under my nose.” “No! That’s not what it is! That’s not what I want!” Tears were streaming down my face now, hot and useless. “Why won’t you believe me?” “Believe you?” He was in front of me now, his sheer presence a physical force. He looked down at me, his green eyes glacial. “I believe what I saw. I saw the woman I off
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