Chapter 103

• “Then maybe you should, you know …” Again, with the rotating finger at his temple, I huff loudly in exasperation, willing him to stop pushing and give me some ever-loving, goddamn breathing space for a minute. This is hard for me. I erupt, breaking under pressure—spectacularly.
• “YES! I KNOW!! I’m going to do it. Excuse me for having a mental breakdown with everything I’ve learned in the last six hours and a reminder that my destined mate is a cheating asshole. It’s a lot ... A LOT! I’m an eighteen-year-old girl who hasn’t linked her cheating, asshole ex-so-called-mate in weeks, not since I ran from him. Give me a fucking break already.” I push my fingers and nails through my scalp, pushing my wild hair off my face and gripping it with force at my temples, trying hard not to self-combust under the extra weight of everything hitting me at once.
• “I do say.” Doc raises his brows at me in a completely ridiculous British way and then softens his expression and holds out his handkerchief to me in a white flag apology as more tears roll down my cheeks against my will. I hate that I’m so hopelessly connected to him, that this rules everything I think or feel. Colton always ruins me.