Prologue
He looked at me like he hated me.
He kissed me like he didn’t.
There was thunder outside, and rage in his voice.
“I warned you not to trust me,” he said.
“Then why did you let me?” I whispered.
His hand gripped my wrist—not to hurt, but to hold back the shaking.
His lips were close. Too close.
And then… he lied.
“Because I wanted to break something beautiful.”