part 7 : don't follow me

Fiona pulled away-gasping, breath stolen

by the fire of that kiss. Dominic

hands lingered on her skin, unwilling to let

go, but she slapped them away

'No!" she snapped, voice cracking. "You

don't get to jus... just show up and take

from me like I'm yours!"

Dominic's brows furrowed, lips parted

like he was about to speak, but Fiona's

voice cut sharper.

'You both think this is some game. You kiss

me, you fight, you stare like I belong to you..

but you never ask what I want!"

Damien stepped forward, unsure. "Fiona--"

"Don't." Her eyes burned now. Tears

shimmered but never fell."I need space. I

need air. I need to think. And none of you

are helping

She turned to leave. Neither of them moved.

At the door, her voice cracked with a shout,

one filled with fire and heartbreak

"Don't follow me!"

And she was gone.