Broken Knight (All Saints High, #2)

by L.J. Shen

“Not to talk, of course. You’re too precious for talking, aren’t you, Luna? But maybe to suck his dick?” Knight cocked his head sideways, his eyes dead. “C’mon, Luna, is that what it is? You tasted dick and realized how good it is, and now you can’t get enough?” I turned around and started for my bike, dashing down the road. He grabbed my arm and spun me around. “Let go, or I’ll slap you again.” “I’ll take your wrath over your indifference,” he deadpanned, unblinking. “I’m not giving you a choice.” “Would people stop saying that? There’s always a fucking choice.” He threw his head back, laughing manically. “Are you drunk?” I scrunched my nose. “No,” he shot automatically. “You seem drunk.” “What makes you say that?” “When you’re drunk, you’re mean.” He was spiraling again. And I was talking to him. Again. Because I didn’t know how to stop. I didn’t know how to cut him out of my life, even when he cut me so deep. “You can’t half-ass a relationship, Knight. Either you’re in or you’re not. You’re with Poppy now, but you treat her like crap. Every time I’m in the room, you put your relationship with her on the back burner. You don’t let me move on without faulting me for talking, or flirting, or kissing other guys. Guess what? I can. More than that, I will. We had our chance, and we blew it. My fault. Your fault. Does it really matter now?” I spoke quickly, breathlessly, my chest rising and falling rapidly. “I will meet someone else. I will sleep with someone else. I will love...

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