Page 41 of Rebellion

Don’t go.

Don’t leave me.

Stay. Please.

Fight for me. Be the one person who has fought for me.

“Why?”

“B-because I love him.”

“You need to stop lying to me!” It was a roar and she jumped, stumbling back in shock.

Something came over his face. A mask. One of cold indifference.

God.

She hated that. She wanted to do whatever she could to rattle him. To see some emotion on his face.

To reverse all of her answers and throw herself at him.

“I apologize for scaring you. For all of this. I will not bother you again.”

No.

No, no, no.

“Colm,” she whispered.

God, there was so much stark pain in that word that it made her legs shake. But he was already out of the room before she’d spoken.

And even if she wanted to run after him, she couldn’t make her legs work. So, instead, she slid onto the floor, her back against the wall.

Reaching into her pocket, she drew out the napkin with the drawing on it.

What did it mean?

Why did she keep dreaming about that image? Leaning her head back against the wall, she tried to figure this all out.

“What the fuck was Finlayson doing in here?”

Oh shit.

Sofia jumped to her feet, swaying dizzily. Nausea bubbled.

She really needed to get some sleep. She was going to make herself ill at this rate.

“Nothing.”

“Nothing? He fucking you? You fuck him behind my back, you slut!”

She glanced at the door, noting it was shut, with a sigh of relief. Although she was starting to wish that Sacha would hear how Oleg spoke to her.

No.

That wouldn’t work out well.

Her mind was just too sluggish at the moment to keep playing the game.

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