“I’m going to take everything from you,” I said, voice soft. “Until you regret ever making me believe you were different.” Until you regret making me believe I could have something more. “I won’t play your games,” she said, a slight stammer to her words. I bit back my laugh. Abigail Crowne was a master at games, but this time I’d be the one to ruin her, break her to pieces, build a safety net with rotting promises.
