He caught her fist, pulling her closer. He slanted his lips over hers.
Jade pressed her lips tighter and ground her teeth. Her left hand was free— so were her legs. Why couldn’t she bring herself to beat the blood out of him? He deserved it.
He released Jade’s hand and put his on her cheeks. He opened his mouth against hers. His darkness consumed her. He pulled away.
“Jade, I’ve been trying to get your attention.”
How did he know her name? Her head was swelling and deflating at the same time. She held onto him to steady herself. It didn’t help.
Someone other than herself spoke her name. Her anger slid through her fingers. She needed to hold onto it. She couldn’t. His eyes showed regret. Jade hadn’t seen genuine remorse since Mom and Dad died.
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