Page 80 of Moonlit Temptation

For the first time, I didn’t like the way Saint had control over my emotions.

I didn’t want to feel this way.

At least now I knew why it was called a crush. When it ended, it crushed you.

Well, fuck that.

I was done. Caring, fighting.

A worthless fuck. A worthless mistake. Worthless. Worthless. Worthless.

That’s all I was to Saint.

Well, fuck you.

The necklace he gave me, once treasured, now felt impossibly tight. Without giving a damn about the clasp, I ripped it off my neck, enjoying the bitter snap as it broke. The little star points punctured my palm as I squeezed it. As if the pain was enough to erase the damage.

I felt it for a second longer, then dropped it to the floor.

Saint Delacore didn’t deserve me. And I sure as hell didn’t want him.

Not anymore.

I stayed in Saint’s room, not wanting to be anywhere downstairs, until I got a text from my sister telling me we were leaving in twenty.

A sigh escaped.

Once I left, my story with Saint would be over. No more pining, no more feelings.

When I saw him, I hoped to feel nothing.

Shouldn’t be too hard. It was all I could feel right now.

Nothing.

Empty.

A void sucked all my emotions out, draining me dry.

I was walking out of his room to go find Jessa when I stopped cold.

A necklace that didn’t belong here caught my eye.

A necklace I hadn’t seen in years. A long, thick black cord with a skeleton key dangling from it.

Dazed, I went to it. The metal was cool against my fingers as I picked it up from where it sat on his dresser.

A memory of me picking it up in another place, at another time, when it belonged to another person flashed through my head.

The necklace was my mother’s.

She used to wear it with various necklaces everyday.

Fingers curled around the key.

He stole it. He fucking stole this from me. My mother.

Why did Saint have it?

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