Page 314 of Axis of Fire

My throat tightened painfully.

I clenched my fists harder, trying to keep myself together.

Trying to keep the tears from escaping.

“I wouldn't even be surprised if he only talks to you out of pity,” Rosalie continued.

“Although...” She pressed a finger thoughtfully against her lower lip, pretending to consider it.

“Tarven has always had a habit of collecting weak, pathetic, unwanted things.”

That one landed directly beneath my ribs.

Straight into the place I'd spent my entire life trying to hide.

The wound buried beneath confidence.

Beneath strength.

Hoping other people would believe in both...

Because I never truly had.

“Of course.” I nodded slowly.

Forcing a smile onto my face took far more effort than it should have.

“Your brother is a wonderful person.

It's a shame none of that kindness rubbed off on you.”

I kept my voice level.

Careful.

I had no desire to provoke her.

I only wanted this conversation to end.

“You've said what you came here to say.

Now I'd appreciate it if you'd leave so I can finally get some rest.”

Rosalie's expression hardened instantly.

Her eyes blazed.

Her brows drew together.

Her lips pressed into a thin line.

Her hands curled into fists.

She had always been too explosive.

Too consumed by anger to control herself once it took hold.

And in the end...