Broken Doll (Willow Heights Prep Academy: The Exile #4)

by Selena .

“No,” I say. “I don’t care about her, or you, or if you’re lying through your teeth. I could matter to you, or the whole town, or no one, and it wouldn’t make a difference. I don’t matter to me.

“He’s been sucked into your orbit,” he says. “You were a passing sun whose gravitational pull was strong enough to pull him out of his solar system and into yours. Now you’re stuck with him. He can’t leave you alone. But I think you know that, Jailbird. I think you knew all along that men like Royal don’t love twice.”

“You’ll keep orbiting each other, your own little solar system with only two planets, until you stop fighting it,” Baron says. “The longer you resist it, the more damage you’ll do. Both of you.” “Not planets,” I say, sitting up straight on the swing. What was it Preston said? That on a cloudy day, when a sunflower can’t see the sun, it still follows the path. “Suns.”

“Stay with me, baby,” he says. “I’m right here. Look in my eyes. Don’t go away.”

In that one breath, one heartbeat, the space between heartbeats where life is measured and decided,

I’m weightless. I’m lost and I’m found, I’m destroyed and renewed, I’m insignificant and infinite. I am his, and I am free.