It was then that I realized I was on the edge of wanting something I could not have. I wanted Annika. I wanted her as my own. I wanted her to look at me, and, even with all the horrible things I’d done, find someone she wanted to be with, too. My vague disdain for Nickolas was instantly clear. He didn’t want to stand next to her with his head high, deserving her. But I did.
