- Glyndon Walton: ( Song of the chapter: Haunted by Beyoncé)
Standing by her bike with Savannah.
Laughing.
As if last night had never happened.
As if she hadn't held me. As if she hadn't touched me. As if she hadn't whispered filthy promises into my skin, hadn't owned me, hadn't broken me apart piece by piece, and then left me in that empty hotel room like I was nothing.
My stomach twisted painfully.
Savannah was standing close—too close. Her manicured hand rested lightly on Kathrine's arm, her curly hair spilling over her shoulder as she leaned in, saying something that made Kathrine smirk.
Kathrine.
The same girl who had kissed me like she needed me. The same girl who had pulled me by a leash, who had told me she liked me desperate and ruined. The same girl who had left me.
She was here.
With Savannah.
Laughing.
And acting like I didn't exist.
