Aurelia’s POVOutside, Axel leaned against his red sports car, a cigar between his fingers, smoke curling from his lips. His eyes caught mine, and he rushed forward, cupping my cheeks—but I flinched.“Sorry,” he murmured, voice soft, gaze fixed on the marks on my face. “Did he hurt you again?”“Get out of my way,” I snapped through gritted teeth, unwilling to waste a drop of energy on him. If he hadn't come over, I wouldn't have had this argument with Trevor.Trevor’s aura still clung to me, heavy and suffocating. My limbs were lead, my lips dry. Axel wasn’t worth a crumb of my strength.“How can I let you be like this?” He groaned, resting his hands on my shoulders. I yanked away.“Axel, you should have received my breakup text.”This clearly stung him.The softness drained from his features, replaced by that familiar simmering grudge.He growled. "What the hell is your problem?""Fuck you Axle!” I yelled back, “What the hell is your problem?""Aren't you ashamed?" I asked, disbelief
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