Page 89 of Savage Vicious Heir: Part Two

Gone is the boy I love. The thoughtful, selfless boy who has worshipped me this weekend and made me feel like the most beautiful girl in the world.

“I… Fine.” I concede.

God, I hate this. Hate that Elliot isn’t free to make his own choices.

If I was stronger like Tally or Liv or Raine maybe I could stand up to Mr Eaton. Maybe I wouldn’t have fled that night at the pub when Scott humiliated me.

But the truth is, no matter how much I try, I’m still the shy, meek girl I’ve always been.

I guess when you’ve lived in the shadows for so long, it’s hard to walk into the light.

“So that’s it then.” I give him a weak smile. “Back to pretending we’re nothing to each other.”

The muscle in his jaw tics as he steps back and puts some distance between us.

My stomach sinks.

“I love you, Abigail. I love you so fucking much. And I know it’s unfair to ask you to wait for me while I figure out some things, but I will not let them pull you into my fucked-up life and use you as leverage.”

“You really think?—”

“I know,” he grits out. “You already got hurt at the hands of my brother. I will not take the same risk with my father.”

“Okay.”

“Okay?” Elliot’s brows furrow and I don’t know if he’s surprised at how easily I’m backing down… or disappointed.

“What else do you want me to say? You said you’ll handle it, so I guess I’ll just have to trust you.”

He gives me a small nod that does little to ease the knot in my stomach. “Thank you.”

“I guess we should probably head back.” The words are like ash on my tongue.

Beyond missing the girls, there’s nothing back at All Hallows’ for me.

Nothing but heartache and bad memories.

I move around him, annoyed that our perfect weekend is ending on such a sour note.

But what did I expect?

That Elliot would march me into his family’s house and announce our relationship consequences be damned?

“Wait.” He grabs me and pulls me flush against him.

“Elliot, what?—”

His mouth crashes down on mine. Hard and unrelenting, his tongue plunging deep. My fingers curl around his shoulders as I hold on.

Trying desperately to stay afloat in the storm that is Elliot Eaton.

By the time Elliot drives through the ornate wrought iron gates of All Hallow’ campus, the tension in the car is almost suffocating.

“Do you want to come back to the Chapel?” he asks, white-knuckling the steering wheel.

“Is that a good idea?” My eyes flick to his.

“Abi…” he warns.

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