Chapter 58

• Gael
• It's hard to say how I feel at this very moment. I'm walking the thin line between doing something crazy and drowning in a sea of emotions I don't want to feel just thinking that she's a few steps away from me. Inside me, a river of boiling blood flows. I'm furious, but I miss her too, and of course, I won't let this weakness show to her at any moment. Not after what she did to me. To feed my thirst for making her pay for her betrayal, I'm still locked in my office, sitting in my chair, staring at the pictures of Dylan next to her.
• Actually, too close to her. So close that he could kiss her if he wanted, and in one single photo, the damn kiss happens. I grip the bracelet I bought on my last trip tightly and press the object so hard between my fingers that the pain feels like a balm to me. And pissed off, I pound the table, taking a deep breath immediately afterward. I need to keep my damn self-control! I mentally growl and stand up from the chair, pacing back and forth in the room, debating whether or not I should go to the damn guest room and try to get more out of her audacious mouth.