Hearing him confess that he was responsible for Blue’s suicide froze every cell in Theia’s body. Guilt? That was the only emotion he would allow himself to feel for Blue? The fat girl hadn’t been worthy of any affection whatsoever, had she?
Even the fleeting kiss they’d shared had produced only repugnance in him. She’d remembered the horror in his eyes after breaking up. Blue had been horrified to discover that her fist kiss had only aroused distaste in a man. Her inexperienced self had taken a severe blow and she’d practically fled from him.
When will her torture end? When will she be left alone to tend to her wounds? Why did Ace take sadistic pleasure to seek her out and to personally disgrace her? She didn’t care about the others. She was only hurt when Ace would say something demea
