“Leave,” he growled. “And don’t come back. It’s over, Darcy. Move on with your life.” “It doesn’t have to be over,” I gasped, terror wrapping its way around every organ in my body. “I don’t care that you’re here. You could be on the moon and I’d still find a way to love you.” “I don’t want you to love me. I want you to leave and never come back.”
