Page 113 of Forsaken Secrets

My fist met his cheek before I could stop it, and the ache spread from my knuckles up to my chest, merging with the pain already there.

He staggered backwards, cupping his cheek.

Whatever the fuck he felt, it was NOT love. You didn't lie to people you loved.

Jaiel laughed dryly from his spot on the wall, "Fuck, Liam."

I stalked past them both.

My chest ached, and I desperately wished this was all just a terrible dream.

How had things gotten so bad?