Chapter 20

Ella's P.O.V.

What have I done?

I watched the flames dance in the hearth of the fireplace. They climbed the brick walls, only to be pulled back down into the coals that glowed beneath the logs. That's how I felt, like I'd been floating on the highs of my daydreams and suddenly yanked back down into reality.

I couldn't believe I had been naive enough to believe that Cain had liked me. It was a hasty assumption that I made based on one action he'd later admitted that he regretted making. I couldn't believe that Zak was right. I shouldn't have followed those men in the car that night and I never should have left my home and family to chase ghosts.

It'd gotten me nothing but a concussion and false hopes. There was only one reason that I still sat in Cain's dark bedroom on the couch staring into the fire. That was to assure myself that I wasn't lousy enough to bail on something just because my

emotional investment in it had backfired.

Taking interest in Cain was a stupid move. I was there