I sit upright immediately, the train part of the dress making it totally hard and awkward to sit up.
“Hunter, I… I’m so sorry about everything.” The confession slips out of my mouth, but it’s not a confession.
My heart is racing with fear, and I don't know what the hell Hunter has turned into… or what he’s about to do to me in this tunnel.
“Sorry?” he asks, while nodding, his eyes fixed straight ahead.
“You’re f*****g sorry, Hermione? Is that what I get when you’ve humiliated me in front of my entire world?”
My shoulders slump with utter defeat. He’s right. He’s f*****g right.
He faces me again and leans even closer.
“This is because of him, right? The moment that fucker showed up you couldn’t walk, you couldn’t think straight anymore.”
“No, Hunter, that’s… that’s not true,” I sa
