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Her laugh. Her smile. Her kind heart. Her selfless nature. The way she loved. The way she gave. The way she’d brought me back to life.
Truth or lie. Those simple words made pain detonate in my chest. Christ, he really had been hanging out with her. And damn, it made me jealous.
“No,” she declared, scrambling away from me. “No, that’s not possible. That’s Lexy.” And then just when I thought I couldn’t hurt her any worse, a light of understanding hit her eyes before it shattered her. “Oh, God. Oh, God, you’re Shane. You’re Lexy’s Shane.”
“Maybe. But that’s the thing about lies, Penn. They taint the truth until you have no idea what to believe.”
“This thing between us was never about truths or lies. We both felt it before the first word had ever been spoken. That day in your bathroom when you grabbed my arm, begging me not to expose Savannah, you might as well have crawled inside me and recoded my DNA, because two seconds later, my life started all over again. You felt it then.” He gave me a pointed squeeze. “And I know you feel it now. So take all the time you need, baby. But consider this fair warning: Penn Walker didn’t die. I’m very much alive and coming for you.”
Lies were light and fluffy. Made to order. Easy to digest. Impossible to hold on to. But the truth was dense. A boulder made of magnets, the Earth being the north to its south. The truth could crush a person with nothing more than reality.
It wasn’t until a few hours later, as a river of blood forged a path across my living room floor, that I realized it had all been one big fucking lie.
Penn’s eyes were no longer a heavy blue—deep and hollow. Now, Penn’s eyes were actually the color of freedom. For both of us. I pushed up onto my toes and pressed a kiss to his lips. “Truth: I love you, Penn.” “Truth: I’ll always love you, Cora.”
