“You love him.”
Every adult in the room froze.
Oh my God.
Heat rushed into my face instantly.
Blaze went completely still behind me.
The poor girl looked horrified immediately afterward.
“I—I’m sorry—I didn’t mean?—”
“It’s okay,” I said too quickly.
Too softly.
Too honestly.
Because the worst part?
I didn’t know how to deny it anymore.
And judging by the way Hersh’s hand flexed lightly against my back?—
Neither did he.
14
BLAZE
The second Isabel said it, every muscle in my body locked tight.
You love him.
Nobody moved.
Rain hammered the tavern windows hard enough to rattle the glass while Flick stayed crouched in front of the girl looking like the world had just split open beneath her feet.
And hell?—
Maybe it had.
Because sixteen years ago, Felicity McKenna loved me with her whole heart.
The terrifying part?
I was starting to realize she never stopped.
Flick slowly looked up at me over her shoulder.
Those blue eyes hit me straight in the chest.
Vulnerable.
Caught.
Still his.
