“Is that it?” he asks, eyes hard, head cocked to the side. “Or do you want to be free to be with him without my knowing? Do you want to be free to have him kiss you and touch you without having to feel how that tears me apart inside?” I can’t hear the pain in his voice without vividly remembering being beneath the waterfall with Finn, that feeling of Sebastian through the bond. His heartache. The betrayal he felt. “Bash,” I whisper. “You need to let me go. Please.”
omg this whole situation is so toxic
