Blaze walked out of the senator's room, his expression dull and lethargic. It was evident in his slow steps, his slumped shoulders and his blank gaze. His heart was heavy with grief and the pain of rejection.
He couldn't believe that a day that started so great would end up with so much bitterness and heartache.
Watching Amelia cry silently beside her father filled him with a sense of loss and hopelessness.
But the most excruciating part of all was listening to her address him formally in that cold, emotionless and bitter voice as those she already considered him an enemy.
Blaze didn't blame Amelia if she saw him as an enemy. He knew he deserved her spite and anger. He should have been able to control his anger and jealousy. He should have known that she would never betray their love for one another.