I was panting now. My fists were clenched. My head was pounding. My soul was on fire.
“You were supposed to be the one person I never had to guard myself from. And now I don’t even know who the f**k you are.”
“Now leave.”
She blinked, confused, like she hadn’t heard me right.
So I stepped closer, just enough for her to feel it — the heat, the rage, the heartbreak that was seconds away from turning into something unholy.
“I said leave, Tasha.”
Her mouth opened again. I could see it — the desperation, the apology sitting on the tip of her tongue, the hope that maybe, maybe there was still a sliver of softness left in me for her to hold on to.
There wasn’t.
And when she didn’t move fast enough, when she stood there looking like she still had something left to say, I tilted my head, ga
