Chapter 36

I dragged my hands through my hair, gripping the strands hard enough to sting. God, I was so fucking stupid. Every fiber of my being wanted to slam my head against the wall until the shame, the frustration, the sheer helplessness bled out of me.

I wanted to scream. To hit something. To undo the last few hours and erase this entire nightmare.

The party had been a disaster. Someone had tried to kill me. Tristan was in the hospital because of me.

And Cole—fucking asshole—kissed me like I was the only thing in the world that mattered, only to rip it away like it meant nothing.

Before I even realized it, hot tears spilled down my cheeks.

I sniffed, trying to shove the emotions back down where they belonged. But it was useless. The dam had already broken.

A sharp, broken sob ripped from my throat, and then another. And another.