My mind snagged on the way Tory had looked when he’d pulled her out of that pool and a sliver of ice trickled down my spine. I didn’t want to think about that. I didn’t want to remember the way her heart had been beating too slowly when I’d strained my ears to listen for it. I didn’t want to think about the way she’d kept her eyes to the floor instead of glaring right back at us. We’d needed to break them. It had to be done. So why does it make me feel like a piece of shit?
I hate you so much
