Chapter 89

“Okay,” she murmured. She took a deep breath, steadied her hand on his arm, and in the space of time it took to blink, lowered the barriers he’d taught her to erect.

Emma knew to expect a tumult of emotion, but not the chaos that assaulted her. Her chest ached as the sensations wound tighter and tighter around her, until she thought her heart was going to break. Her head throbbed, her eyes watered, and it just kept coming. Hurt, betrayal, shock, regret, and love like bitter herbs on her tongue. She tried to counter with her own feelings, but nothing could dull the edge of pain.

He pushed her away abruptly, and she barely had a chance to catch herself before hitting the wall.

“What do you think? Will any altruistic impulses help with that?”

She blinked to try and stop the flow of tears. “What do you want me to do?” she demanded. “I told you the truth when you asked for it. I gave you a clean break. I don’t know what you want from me, Ethan.”