“Quit the fucking act,” I said on an exhausted exhale, my body completely worn out from a day spent getting knocked around—both literally and figuratively.
Aoife dropped to her knees and placed her hands on my thighs as she begged me to look ather.
I couldn’t though. If I did, I wouldn’t see the same crazy, brave girl I’d fallen for. I’d see someone who let others make decisions for her, a girl who willingly sacrificed her own happiness, and mine, because her asshole brother told herto.
Declan was wrong about me—so, so wrong—but Aoife never even tried to find out for herself. She never defended me, never tried to make this work, so why should I? No matter how much we might like each other, it wasn’t enough. I’d never be enough.
“You should probablygo.”
Without another word, I stood and stepped around Aoife. I didn’t look back as I made my way up the stairs, my feet and heart heavy.
She knew where the doorwas.