The Breaking Point

HAZEL

"Don't." Cole's eyes are wild with desperation.

But all I can focus on is Cade.

He's still on one knee in the middle of the aisle.

Cole's grip trembles. "Hazel, think about this."

"What?"

"If you run to him right now," he says hoarsely, "everyone here will know."

My stomach knots tightly.

The bleeding brunette stumbles backwards. Blood pours between her fingers in thick, bright rivulets