Chapter 50

• Tessa's POV:
• I stood there in front of his door, numb. The words Olivia had whispered into my ears earlier still echoed like a cruel chant. Used. Lied to. Betrayed. Each syllable sank its claws into my chest, refusing to let go.
• Lucian, my supposed mate. My fated one. The man who had kissed me like the world would collapse without me in it, who had held me like I was something fragile and precious. And yet… he’d been playing me. All this time.