Chapter Fifteen
Everything hurts and walking is a struggle. I want to lay down. I want to rest more than I have ever wanted anything in my whole life.
And I want Ryan to hold me while I do. And I want to not want Ryan to hold me.
I try to shake the thought out of my head. I don't want to think about him. It's distracting, and not in a good way.
So, instead, I focus on walking-- on forcing myself to put one foot in front of the other.
I don't ask him where we're going. I don't have to. I know he hasn't changed his mind, though I don't understand how that's possible.
I don't understand how Ryan could know what I know and still take me to Lance. I don't understand how he could do this to me.
I am his one, true mate. I know it. And I know he knows it too.
But he's not saying anything. He's not even looking at me. He's just walking, and being silent, and that's what hurts the most.