Fiona’s POV.
“And how does this strike you as fair?” Neil asks, his eyes were wide and frantic and a little like how they were the day I rejected him. Too bad because I was about to do it again.
I smile apologetically and open my mouth to explain, but he starts talking again, glancing left and right down the empty hallway then at me, I was prepared to turn and walk away if he tried anything funny, I wasn’t going to let guilt or pity influence my decision. Maybe I should have done this a while ago, maybe I shouldn’t have let him hang around this long, hoping that I’d eventually pick him.
I blame myself and my indecision. But at least now I was rectifying it, and I seriously didn’t need him making me feel worse. Strangely enough, I couldn’t feel our bond anymore, unlike that of the triple
