The Lingering Lie

Hazel

I grab his hand before he can take another step.

“Don’t go, love. Don’t go to him.”

Dorian freezes. I can feel his pulse through his skin—fast, scared, ready to explode.

My fingers tremble around his sleeve.

I tell myself it’s because of Alistair.

Because of the way his voice still crawls under my skin.

Because of the things he said.

Because of the way he looked at me when I was begging him