Only at the last second did he look back, his eyes so narrow with vitriol I couldn’t see any of that oxidized copper blue. He looked… I sucked in a breath as our eyes met and locked… He looked like he hated me. No, that wasn’t strong enough. He looked like I’d killed every dream he’d ever had. Like I’d betrayed him irrevocably. Like he couldn’t stand the sight of me. Me. I was
