As the kiss grew deeper, memories of that awful night flashed in my mind—the night I had been taken, and he had kissed me just like this. The anger burned inside me. How could he?
I didn't want to let this go on and I decided to… to end this. I bit his lip hard and pulled back, shoving him away from me. I couldn't take it anymore.
Evander looked shocked, and a flicker of hurt crossed his face, but I didn't care. "I am done," I said, my voice shaking a little. "I am not letting you mess with my life like this."
He took a step toward me, but I backed away. "I told you, Evander, there is no going back. You had your chance, and it's too late now."
"Claire…" he began, his voice soft, almost pleading.
"No," I cut him off, looking him in the eye. "I won't let you drag me into your mess again." Then, without another word, I turned and walked away, leaving him standing there, holding on to the last bit of strength I had left.
