Chapter 67

My fingers clenched around my phone, my grip so tight it hurt. My stomach twisted, making me feel sick.

I read the message again and again, until the letters blurred, until they might as well have been carved into my fucking bones.

I wanted to see him.

I hated that I wanted it. Hated that my pulse still reacted to the thought of him, still tripped over itself like a desperate fool.

No. Fuck that.