Forty two

Kendrix hates her. He hates her—she saw how the anger and disappointment washed over his face when he asked her if she still loved Blake. She saw the loss of hope weakens from his body when he asked if she loved him but she couldn’t answer him. She couldn’t even answer with a yes or no. She just froze to her spot, spewing her eyes out and her body told him her answer. She still has feelings for Blake.

He tried to hide his emotions but couldn’t veil it. He was hurt by her silence and how she had just showed him she still preferred someone that ditched her to die rather than the one that was ready to sacrifice his life to get her, her favourite flower.

She had never seen him this sad. She had never seen him this distant—not even when she treated him like crap. Maybe because he now has hope in them working out. Maybe because he looks at her as his lover or maybe because she’s factually living in his home as his mate.

She thought she was completely over Blake, but seeing him now had ju