Page 117 of The Agreement


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“I told you he did, because it was the only way I could think of that you’d let me close enough—"

“So you could hurt me more?”

He looks away, then back at me. When he raises his gaze, I see the truth in his eyes. “Oh, my god.” I try to pull away, but the bastard still doesn’t release me.

“Let go of me Cade.”

He shakes his head. “Please, Abby, you need to realize, I was desperate. I knew I had been horrible to you—"

“Horrible? No-one has been this mean to me. Ever.”

He flinches, and I notice for the first time, he’s pale under his tan. Then, he seems to pull himself together. “I deserve your hate. I deserve every single negative emotion you harbor toward me. But please, you need to understand I’ve never felt this way about anyone.”

“So, what? You turn that into my fault? The fact that you began to look at me differently, that you realized I had changed, that I wasn’t the girl you once knew. That the reason you came after me and interrupted my life was actually because you couldn’t forget me. That you loved me from the moment you saw me, as much as I loved you.”

“Loved?” He frowns. “You still love me.”

I shake my head. “Let go of me, Cade. Now.”

He does. He releases me, and a part of me marvels at it. This is what it feels like to hold sway over someone as dominant as him. Only, I don’t feel empowered. I feel… I’m not sure what.

I take a step back, then another.

“Don’t,” he whispers. “Don’t, Abby.”

“I… I can’t deal with all of this.”

“You don’t have to. Let me deal with it for you.”

“The way you’ve dealt with everything in my life for the past eight months? You were hateful to me. You took my virginity.”

He swallows.

“Then, that night you made love to me, only to leave me without a word of explanation.”

He draws in a breath. “I was scared, Abby.”

“So was I. But I had the decency to face my feelings, instead of hiding.”

“I’m sorry, Sparrow.”

“No, you don’t get to call me by that nickname anymore.”

He pales further. “Don’t say that.”

“I have nothing more to say to you, Cade.”

His gaze widens. “Abby—"

“No, not one word from you. I will not—"

He throws himself at me, and I scream. He pushes me out of the way with such force I fall to the ground, then he huffs out a breath. I turn and scream to find the intruder on his feet, his hands around the handle of the knife—the knife which protrudes from Cade’s side.

“Cade!” I scream, then scream again, when he grabs the guy and throws him down the fire-escape. I rush toward him. “Cade! Oh, my god, Cade.” He sways. There’s so much blood dripping down from him and onto the floor. I slip on it, but he catches me. “You’re hurt. You’re really hurt.” I cry

“I hurt you so much more.” He murmurs, then begins to topple over.

I try to hold him up, but his weight is too much. He slumps to the floor, taking me with him.

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