Stop fucking caring.
“Kellen,” she whispers.
“Leave,” I say sharply and clench my teeth against the fresh pain. “Leave this place and never come back. We’re finished. Any deal we had is done. We’re through. I don’t care where you go, but make sure it’s far away. You’re lucky I don’t kill you here and now.”
She nods, crying all over again. I gesture at Angus and he bends over and helps her to her feet.
She hesitates, looking down at me. I stare back at her but I don’t see the girl I thought I could love.
I only see someone I used to know.
My wounds are like fire. I can barely think from the pain and the blood loss. But the look in her eyes right now, the pure hurt and sorrow, it makes me want to curl up and die.
“Go,” I whisper, barely choking out the word.
And she turns around and leaves.