Broken Promises
“I touch my hand to my forehead, thinking I’ll push my hair out of my face and wince. Stitches. I can’t seem to remember they’re there and my hand always goes to my face in front of Mari. If I don’t cover my eyes, I swear she can look right through me. There’s still that spark in the air around her, even doped up I can sense it. It has my skin prickling and my nerves on edge.She blinks those beautiful brown eyes at me and stutters. “Wait, what? We can’t go back to your place. Trystan.” She scolds me, and that tone is everything I remember. If I didn’t know better, I’d think she still cared about me, but after what I did to her—well, I’m certain she hates me. Mari was never one to leave a half-dead animal on the side of the road. She’s a healer at heart and wants to ease the pain in the people around her. Maybe I took advantage of that while in the hospital.“Don’t Trystan me. Not right now.” I slump back into the seat and try to ignore the pounding in my head and the dull screaming comi...ng from my leg.MoreLess
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