Page 64 of Destructive Truths

Rohan’s grip tightens as he backs away from the car, but I am thrashing so hard we tumble to the ground several feet away. “I’m sorry, love,” he whispers against my neck. “I’m so sorry.”

With my gaze pinned to the car, a blood-curdling scream rips past my lips, and I watch as Liam brings his palm to his chest, covering his heart. “All your sunsets, Free Bird.”

It happens so fast. The Aventador explodes into untameable flames, filling my ears with a deafening sound that ricochets through my skull with a piercing note. My hands fly to my head, shielding me from the assault of glass and metal that ripple through the air.

I can’t move.

I can’t see.

I can’t fuckin’ feel.

I once thought I knew the sound of heartbreak, but I was wrong. It’s not silence so fucking loud it consumes every inch of a person’s soul until all they feel is the overwhelming sense of numbness strangling the breath from their lungs.

It’s far worse. It is a gut-wrenching cry that rips from your chest, tearing your entire being to shreds. “LIAMMMMM!”

To be continued …

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