My unreachable control snapped and the hurt I kept at bay flooded my body. My eyes stung and I looked at the ceiling, determined to maintain a steely facade. I reached into my purse and lay the dragonfly switchblade Logan had gifted me on the table with shaky fingers. “Here, this will be quicker,” my voice bled with hurt. The echo of it rocking through to the marrow of my bones. Briar knew. I wondered if he felt the level of hurt I did as he slumped in his chair. “Just cut out my damn heart next time.” “Siren–” Logan started. I cut him off. The blonde’s nostrils flared, but his jaw clicked
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