**Leylie’s POV**The silence pressed down on me like a weight I couldn’t shake off. Hayes stood there in my doorway, staring at Finnian’s hand resting on my waist, and I swear I felt every second of it carving into him. Hayes looked at me, and I felt like I was being sliced open. I knew he was hurting. I knew that seeing Finnian’s hand on my waist was like a knife to his heart, but I was trapped. If I pushed Finnian away now, all the work I had done—the bug, the flash drive, the fake forgiveness—would be for nothing.“Tell him to leave, Ley,” Finnian murmured close to my ear, his voice slick and sure, like he already owned me. His fingers pressed a little harder into my side, pulling me against him just enough to make his point.I looked at Hayes. His eyes were dark, almost black, with a mix of fury and heartbreak. He wasn't just mad at Finnian; he was mad at me. He had rushed here to see me, only to find me standing in the arms of the man who had abused me.“Is this what you want, L
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