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“We don’t prey on the weak. We acquire the strong. That was our first mistake with you. We underestimated every fiber of who you are.”

“Because you aren’t alone. Every day, I feel that void you’re talking about. My loss turned me into a monster. Yours carried you into the arms of one.” “Two fucked up souls.”

“I’ve allowed horrible things to happen to you. You won’t hear me ask for your forgiveness and grace because I don’t deserve an ounce of either of those things.” I fall to my knees and swallow the lump in my throat, afraid of losing everything. “You said Weston girls don’t break, and you’re right. Thank God for that.”

She’s a broken girl, willing to let a broken boy try to fix the unfixable.

“We did all of this for her, and yes, because she was our everything. I didn’t see you coming.” Damn, that’s painful to say out loud. “What about me?” Hurt creeps into her beautiful blue eyes. “What am I to you?”

“You’re in love with her.”

Every game of cat and mouse between us. Orchestrating hatred with our classmates to alienate her. Treating her like she was nothing, when, without realizing it, she became everything without even trying.

Whatever these boys are doing, whatever fuels their hatred for me, I’m certain Marek’s is overrun by his attraction to me. Whether it’s physical, or runs deeper than that, I’m not sure. I’m certain of only one thing. Marek is hard, and my feelings for him are harder.

Ever since he’d told me the truth, visions of Marek and my sister can’t escape my mind. The two of them loving each other feels like a betrayal. That’s a mess of dirty laundry I plan to keep tucked away.

“Is it Reed? She’s what turns you into this psychotic piece of shit? Did she give you permission to become this horrible version of a man?”

“Take off your mask and show me who you are. The real you. You’ve been holding out on me. For what? Because you were in love with my sister?”

“I warned you, Palmer. I told you I was no good for you, told you to not let me in.”

“So, what you’re saying is, that first night, I was a second-place trophy, a consolation prize. Because you can’t fuck a dead girl, can you, Marek?”

“She loved you, too, then.” There’s a sadness in Palmer’s voice I can’t quite pinpoint. Is she sad her sister loved me, or is she upset I loved her sister?

“Byron and the boys don’t know,” I say to the ceiling. “Did she?” She rotates enough to look at me over her shoulder. “The initials? She’s the one who carved them.”

This is it. This will be our last time once I tell her what I need to. “I loved Reed,” I say into her ear as I come undone. Her body stills underneath me. “I was in love with her.”

“Don’t ever let their insecurities masked in beauty make you feel any less than, Palmer.”