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ARABELLA POV

When he left, my heart started to press into itself. I’ve experienced this pain before, but now it seems to come in two-fold force. I felt pain, betrayal, anger. I didn’t even register Jack’s question until he asked me a second time.

‘Did you tell him that we aren’t cousins, Arabella? Did you tell him?”

I raised my eyes to meet him. Here he was, outside the bars of a cell that Rhys dumped me in. Rhys, who was stupid enough to cast me aside a second time. Rhys, who claimed to have loved me a thousand times but couldn’t even fight for our love. To say that I was disappointed was an understatement.

“Arabella?”

I shook my head and focused my thoughts on Jack. Jack was calm and sweet. He wouldn’t do anything to consciously hurt me. He was always there, acting nice and sweet and just being generally available for me. I tried to think about his question again so I could give an answer.

“Yes,” I said.

“You told him we were cousins?”

“Yes.” I wanted to end it there, but had to c