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Chapters (66)
  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. Keep Reading
  4. One
  5. Two
  6. Three
  7. Four
  8. Five
  9. Six
  10. Seven
  11. Eight
  12. Nine
  13. Ten
  14. Eleven
  15. Twelve
  16. Thirteen
  17. Fourteen
  18. Fifteen
  19. Sixteen
  20. Seventeen
  21. Eighteen
  22. Nineteen
  23. Twenty
  24. Twenty-One
  25. Twenty-Two
  26. Twenty-Three
  27. Twenty-Four
  28. Twenty-Five
  29. Twenty-Six
  30. Twenty-Seven
  31. Twenty-Eight
  32. Twenty-Nine
  33. Thirty
  34. Thirty-One
  35. Thirty-Two
  36. Thirty-Three
  37. Thirty-Four
  38. Thirty-Five
  39. Thirty-Six
  40. Thirty-Seven
  41. Thirty-Eight
  42. Thirty-Nine
  43. Forty
  44. Forty-One
  45. Forty-Two
  46. Forty-Three
  47. Forty-Four
  48. Forty-Five
  49. Forty-Six
  50. Forty-Seven
  51. Forty-Eight
  52. Forty-Nine
  53. Fifty
  54. Fifty-One
  55. Fifty-Two
  56. Fifty-Three
  57. Fifty-Four
  58. Fifty-Five
  59. Fifty-Six
  60. Fifty-Seven
  61. Fifty-Eight
  62. Fifty-Nine
  63. Sneak Peek
  64. Find Me
  65. Books by Mary Catherine Gebhard
  66. Acknowledgments

I listened to the crinkle of paper as he opened the letter. His thick thumb grazed the edge of the silky paper.

I remembered too easily how his fingers felt on me.

In me.

It felt like forever that I stared at the rose-petal-dotted floor. The music was starting up, what sounded like a string trio playing popular songs as more people were being ushered inside. Then all at once Grayson crushed the piece of paper and tossed it to the floor. He grasped my wrist, pulling me away from the altar.

“What are you doing?” I gasped, throwing a look over my shoulder, at the quickly disappearing faces of the crowd.

He dragged me behind the flowery veil partitioning the antique room.

“You don’t get to touch me!” I yanked myself free the minute we were hidden. “I just dressed your fiancée in her wedding dress. A dress you either sent to me or sent to fuck with me. It was written in green.”

I couldn’t cry. I wouldn’t cry. But my lids burned fire.

Except as Grayson stood opposite me, he stared holes into me, a look that had been absent from his eyes, his face, for over a month. And it made me question again, question everything.

“I hate you,” I said, but the words held no heat. “I hate you with everything I have.”

My head was still down when Grayson took a step toward me, and lifted the locket from my collarbone with his pointer finger, raising my chin with it. His eyes throbbed with determination. “My honest little nun, lying really doesn’t suit you.”

We were barely hidden by our light-soaked flower wall, and I wondered if the guests could see us, two shadows of a love that never should have been. The soft sound of a wedding about to begin drifted to us, guests chatting, the trio starting a song.

“Fine.” I hung my head. “I can’t say I don’t love you.”

Weak.

That’s what I was: weak.

Or maybe this was the dignity my uncle spoke of. Not somehow avoiding shame but facing it. Shame for the heart that still beat for the man who broke it.

From the start, I’ve had an inexplicable, inescapable, connection with Grayson Crowne. Why? This boy ruined me. Treated me like fucking trash. That isn’t a soul mate. It’s pathetic.

“But I’ll learn,” I said, voice hoarse. “I’ll learn to hate you, Grayson Crowne. I promise.”

His grip on the locket tightened, and he yanked the necklace forward. It bit the skin of my neck, forcing me forward on a gasp. Until I was at his lips, tasting him, breathing him.

“Good,” he growled, and crushed his lips against mine.

Fifty-Seven

STORY

“Kiss me,” Grayson growled when I tried to shove him off.