Cole’s laugh lingered in the air, low and dark, but for me, everything felt painfully quiet. Even with him near, even with the heat of his presence brushing against my skin, my chest felt hollow and cold.I turned away, letting my steps carry me forward, though each one echoed too loudly in the empty hallway. The memories of Cristof of every word, every touch, every silent betrayal haunted me more than ever.“Bam.”His voice followed me, low and persistent, like a shadow I couldn’t shake.I didn’t answer. I forced my head high, though the tears threatened to fall regardless. Cristof’s voice replayed in my mind, the way he had apologized once, twice, a thousand times, stabbing at me with the dull ache of memory.Suddenly, Cole’s hand shot out, spinning me around by my wrist. The grip was firm but careful, enough to make my breath hitch. His gaze burned into mine, eyes dark as midnight with a dangerous glint.“You’re crying again because of him,” he whispered. His voice was both a deman
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