AMANDA'S POV
When my eyes met Donovan's, I almost—almost—let myself believe he was here to save me. Like he had a hundred times before.
He'd always been the one to pull me out of trouble. The one who stepped between me and whatever danger lurked. Even when I didn't ask him to. Even when I insisted I could handle it myself.
So for one fragile, foolish second, I thought: He'll see what happened. He'll take my side. He's still mine.
Then he opened his mouth.
"Move."
The word landed like a slap. Cold. Final.
I barely had time to process before I watched him reach down and pull Gloria to her feet. His arm wrapped around her waist like it belonged there. Like she belonged there.
My chest cracked open.
He chose her.
Just like that. Without asking. Without even look
