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“She’d know she was smarter and stronger.
She was winning. I was playing her game, and I was fucking losing. God, I wanted her so goddamn much.”
What if I’d completely corrupted her? What if she’d begun to like playing games too much, and the lust to play—and to win—overpowered her need for me?
What if her heart had hardened so much that she closed herself off in order to survive?
What if I was the one that had to bend?
“She wasn’t mine. She would never be mine.
And I shouldn’t want her.”
“That’s it, baby. This is what you were built for. Me.”
He understood what I wanted more than anything.
Freedom.
“Own who you are,” he commanded. “And don’t apologize. Do you understand? Own it or it will own you.”
Relief flooded me. For the first time in my entire life, someone told me it was okay to want what I wanted. To get into messes and to dive in head-first.
To have a little fucking fun before I died.
“The moment I knew that heart of hers was mine,“
They were here. The Four Horsemen.
They were Thunder Bay’s favorite sons, and they’d gone to high school here, graduating when I was a freshman. All four went on to separate universities afterward. They were a few years older, and while not one of them knew I existed, I knew almost everything about them. All four of them stalked slowly into the room, filling the space to where the sun’s rays turned black across the floor.
Damon Torrance, Kai Mori, Will Grayson III, and—I locked my gaze on the blood red mask covering the face of the one always in the lead a little more than the others—Michael Crist, Trevor’s older brother.