I want it... to end

"Look at me, Ryan. Do you really think I could hurt you?" Selena's grip tightened on my collar.

We were alone in one of the private training rooms after leaving the cafeteria. I could still picture Lucas glaring daggers at me as we walked out. The guy probably had his own theories about what went down after watching Shelly defend me. Sure, he couldn't hear anything through Selena's sound barrier, but body language speaks volumes. I'm sure his imagination was running wild.

And now here I was, about to do the one thing I'd been dreading.

I knew what had to happen, even if every part of me wanted to avoid it. Nelia's advice echoed in my head—trust logic, not emotions. Emotions had screwed me over pretty badly in my first life.

Time to break things off with Selena.

"...No, you wouldn't," I said after a long pause.