Chapter 66

• I stared at Gosto, lips parted, heart splintering in slow, silent agony. He wouldn’t look at me. His eyes turned toward the window instead, avoiding mine like I was something he couldn’t bear to see.
• “You’re seriously going to pull the whole ‘I’m incapable of love’ line on me?” I said, my voice low and sharp, nearly a hiss.
• His jaw clenched. When he finally looked at me, his irises burned not with anger, but with something buried deeper. The fire inside him wasn’t meant for me, yet it scorched just the same.