Page 100 of Shattered Legacy (Gravestone Elite 1)

"I saw him, Mia,” I spit. “I know it wasn't Annabel at your door Saturday morning."

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Mia

Bexley’s words ring in my ear.

He knows.

He knows.

“Bexley, I can explain.” My voice echoes around the now empty room.

“Explain how your mouth ended up on his?” he seethes.

“I’m his prosapia, I don’t exactly have a choice.”

“Fuck,” he hisses, jamming his fingers into his hair and tugging sharply. Then his defeated gaze settles on mine. “This was a mistake. I don’t think I can do this anymore.”

I suck in a ragged breath, his words lashing my insides.

“Y-you don’t want me?” My arms go around my waist as I try to hold myself together. I gave myself to him. I let myself believe his words.

You’re mine.

And now he’s throwing them back in my face like I’m nothing.

“It doesn’t matter what I want,” he says coldly. “Like you said, you’re Kingsley’s prosapia. Soon enough you’ll be his fiancée. And I’ll be one of his lapdogs. This,” he motions between us, “us. It can never work.”

“So that’s it, huh?” I swallow the ball of emotion in my throat. “You’re just going to walk away?”

My body begins trembling as my chest cracks wide open. I knew he might have been having second thoughts, but I didn’t think he’d break my heart quite so brutally.

“I’m not the guy for you, Mia.” He glances away, and I know we’re done here.

Bexley is choosing—and he’s choosing the coward’s way out.

Well fuck him.

Fuck him and Cade and the Electi.

Fuck them all.

If Bexley won’t help me figure this out, I’ll do it myself. Because I refuse to stay in this situation and just let Cade ruin me. Which is exactly what I know he’ll do. He’s just biding his time, toying with me until the day he can finally make me his in all the ways he wants.

“You know, I really thought you were better than him. I thought you were trustworthy.” I slam my hands against his chest. “I thought you’d keep my heart safe. Guess I should have known you’d fuck off as soon as you got what you wanted,” I shriek, aware that if anyone passes the room they’ll hear me. But I don’t care. In this minute, all I care about is letting Bexley know just how deeply he’s betrayed me.

I storm away, but Bexley grabs my wrist and yanks me back. My eyes snap to where he’s roughly grasping me and then flick to his dark gaze.

“I suggest you get your hands off me.” My voice is a low growl as I wrench myself free and stagger back.

“What did you say about me?” He sneers.

“You heard me. You’re a coward. You’re—"

“Not that. The bit about me being like him. I am nothing like that fucker.” Bexley’s eyes spark with contempt, sending shivers skating down my spine.

“Keep telling yourself that.”

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