Saving 6 (Boys of Tommen, #3)

by Chloe Walsh

“Because I was trying to do the right thing,” he snarled, losing his cool right back with me. “Fuck!” “For who?” I screamed, throwing my hands up. “For you!” he roared back, chest heaving as he mirrored my actions, throwing his hands up wildly. “For you, Molloy. For fucking you. Always you!” Frustrated, his hands clenched at his sides as he spat out, “I was willing to walk away because I knew that it was the best thing that I could do for you, not because I don’t love you!” “Love me?” I choked out a pained, humorless laugh. “So now you give me the word? When it’s over?” I shook my head, incredulous, as devastation ricocheted through me. “That’s just fucking priceless.” He narrowed his eyes. “I’m giving you the truth.” “You know about my parents’ relationship,” I accused, delirious with grief and desperate for him to hear my pain. For him to know just how deeply the knife he put in my back had cut me. It was wedged in the bone, and I was slowly dying inside. “You know why I have issues with trusting men.” He had the good grace to clamp his mouth shut and nod. “I never trusted Paul, not once in four years, and I never allowed myself to love him, either, because I knew what would happen if I did,” I strangled out, breath coming in short audible puffs. “I knew that in the end he would let me down and break my heart—if I gave him the power to. So I didn’t. I kept that power and my heart to myself.” Sniffling, I shook my head and forced myself to look at him when I said, “But I ...