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Please, don’t condemn me to eternity. Tell me I didn’t mortar my own tomb.
30
DITA
This egg swing was cursed.
Cursed, I tell you.
Tonight, I was starting a bonfire, drowning myself in tequila, and eventually falling to the bottom of the pool.
“Fuck, Dita!”
I closed my eyes. My name had never felt so dirty. So toxic. So… tainted.
“Dita, I didn’t—”
“Stop saying my name.” A hint of a whisper. That was all my voice managed when he fell on his knees in front of me. He had no right to say it. The letters on his tongue hadn’t danced the way they did when he made love to me.
No, fucked. When he’d fucked and used me.
He’d gone to war alright, just like Steph told me he would. I’d never thought it would be in this context, though. Moving from one problem got me caught in a much bigger one.
Why had I trusted him? I should’ve never wanted him to like me. Ares made it clear he didn’t want me here. But he’d been clever; using me as a pawn, he worked his way into my life—into my aching heart—to outdo his father by claiming me as his.
In what sick way did he think that would work out?
“Believe me when I say it didn’t mean shit.” He swallowed thickly, hovering his clammy palm over my thigh as if he wasn’t sure he could touch me.
I met his gaze with steely, tear-filled eyes. I did not want to cry but it was hard not to. I clasped my teeth together in a sore attempt to keep it together. In actuality, I wanted to run. Run like a scaredy cat, concuss my head again and forget all about how my heart got crushed. I might enjoy treatment this time.
He licked his lips nervously and rubbed his face. One side of it was already bruising, and I balled my hand, wanting to cause the same effect to the other cheek.
Kneeling down, it was like a dark knight in front of his captured princess. Me, on a throne of doom, worshipped in all the wrong ways.
“I’m sorry,” Ares’ voice broke and reached out to thumb the path of a fallen tear. “You shouldn’t cry. I can’t deal with you crying.”
Tough luck.
“Not over this. Not over something I executed wrongly. I—fuck!” He raked his fingers through his hair, searching for words that would bounce back either way. “It didn’t work according to plan.”
Plan.
So, it was premeditated. It was all a trap to begin with.
My throat closed shut. Nothing had been real.
“Plan? What plan?”
He swallowed again, steadying himself by cupping my face. “Forget I said anything.”
“About the plan you won’t tell me about? Or the part where you told your dad I spread my legs for you?”
In every hole.
Seriously? That was how he talked to his dad about me?
“Both?” he uttered a wish I couldn’t concede. Concern shone in his eyes, exploring mine frantically with weathered hope. “I probably don’t deserve this—”
