MALLERY’S POV
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“I don’t want this.” Jace’s voice makes my head turn towards him. His eyes are wide, the edges of his lips slightly turned down, “What are you doing here?” My voice comes out in a mere whisper. “What am I doing here?” He snaps, “What the hell are you doing here?” His voice breaks. I know what I’m doing here and he does too, but he wants to hear me say it. “You deserve better Jace,” I croak out. “No, I don’t.” His head shakes slightly, every muscle in his body is so intense that his veins pop out. “You do, why can’t you see that?” My high pitched voice makes birds fly away, the branches of the trees shake, making a few leaves fall. “Because it’s not true Mallery!” He bellows, his arms stretched put in front of him. “Please,” he shakes his head, silently begging me not to
