He was going to break my heart. He was going to break my heart, and I was going to let him.
All of this, everything I had done to try to heal the wound he'd left in my chest when he quietly rejected me for the sake of finding his future mate, the house hunting, the tears, the heavy anchor wrapped around my heart... It would be for nothing if I let him do this.
Even so, I had no strength to deny him. I cared about Evan. I cared about him so much -- I probably even loved him, even though we had only known each other for no more than a few months. And I couldn't find it in me to tell him no.
He carried me toward the house, still kissing me feverishly but picking up the pace. The drive to the manor, he had only barely restrained himself, but now it was too late for that. He left the car par
