Kian I see him. Aaron King. That fucking bastard. His car pulls up to the street outside her place like he owns the night, like he’s the kind of man who gets to play savior. My jaw locks so tight it aches, but I can’t tear my eyes away. And there she is. Lena. My Lena. Stepping out of his car, her hair brushing over her shoulders, her lips parting as she says something to him. Too close. Too soft. I can’t hear it, but I don’t need to. I know that look. The way she tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, the faint smile that curves her lips—it’s meant to be mine. She’s supposed to look at me like that, not him. A red haze crawls across my vision. My chest is burning. I slam my hand against the window frame, hard enough that the glass rattles. She lingers, standing there under his gaze, and I want to rip him out of that car and snap his neck until the world goes quiet. By the time she disappears inside, I’m pacing my apartment like a caged animal. My fists crash into the walls, i
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