Forty six

BELLA POV

I'd been impulsive again, and as Belshar shoved me away from him harshly, the whole scenario that led to this moment flashed through my head, and I wished that I could take it back, but I knew I couldn't.

I stumbled back and fell to the ground, my gaze jerking up to see his angry ones looking down at me. I swallowed hard.

Have I been too hasty? Should I have given it a little more time? But that was what I have been doing all this time, and what did that get me? Nothing, absolutely nothing.

If Belshar had not realized by now that I had feelings for him even after all I had done and all the subtle hints I'd given him, he was never going to, and I was tired of waiting. No, I was not just tired; I was sick of it.

I'd been patient from the very moment Selene died and he'd come to me because we shared the same sorrow. I offered him an ear when he needed someone to listen to him, and I shared his pain as best as I could, but what did I get for it? He shattered my heart with a fuc