Chapter 147
Chapter 147
KISAREL
I couldn’t let him go, and I was too tired to let anyone else trample over me
I was done being treated like anyone could just bat an eyelid, and I’d fall to my knees in fear of what might happen.
There was nothing worse than the turn my life had been taking for the past few years now.
I was done thinking I had too much to lose.
“No.” I grabbed my bag off the chair. “I’ll get it,” I said immediately, and Jace paused.
“What’s changed your mind?” He smirked, “or, are you hiding something you don’t…
“What the hell do you want, Jace?” I snapped, “Do you want me to get your ring back or not?”
A small frown crossed his face before he adjusted it immediately.
“Arel, you can barely stand—”
“I said I’ll go.” The words came out as hard as I wanted. Harder than I’d ever spoken to him, and I watched the effect land. and the flicker of surprise that crossed his face. “It’s my ring. My friend. My mess. I’ll handle it.” I was already moving toward the door. “You’ll be late for work.”
“You’re being-”
“I’ll have it back on my finger by tonight. Isn’t that what you wanted?” I didn’t wait for his answer. I didn’t wait for permission. or approval, or the soft managing tone he used to fold me back into whatever shape was convenient.
For the first time in longer than I could remember, I walked out of a door instead of being walked through one.
But Jace would rather break an ankle than let me do that walking out. Because, before I could slam the door shut, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me back in so hard that I stumbled into him.
He shut the door forcefully.
His fingers tightened around my wrist as his eyes moved over my face, studying me intently like he was looking at a door he had locked years ago and just heard something moving on the other side.\
“What has gotten into you?” he asked.
I pulled at my hand. “Let go.”
He didn’t.
“I said let go, Jace.”
His nostrils flared. “Don’t speak to me like that.”
“Then stop giving me reasons to.”
The words shocked both of us.
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Chapter 147
weig loosened, and I watched my wrist fice and stepped back
We stared at each other
mlence for a moment before he spoke again,
“Kisand. What is going on?“He counted his words, looking at me like I was a borb about to deton ste
“I’m tired, Jace.” I said firmly. I’m tired of being handled. Of being told when I can leave, whir I can see what’s good for me You do it. The family does it. Everyone does it, like I’m a thing that needs steering” I rubbed the wrist he’d let go of Ive spent years letting people decide what happens to me, and look where it gotten me
“Arch”
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I’m this close to calling the whole thing off.” I held up my fingers, barely a gap between them. “The engagement. The wedding. All of it. I mean it‘
That pulled an ugly reaction from him. His face lost color in a way I had never seen before.
“Arel” He took one step toward me. “Don’t say that.”
“Oh. I will, Jace. And that’s exactly how I feel!” I yelled.
“You don’t mean that,” he said.
“I do.”
“No, you don’t.” He shook his head and reached for me again, but stopped when I stepped back. His hand hovered there for one awkward second before falling.
“Look.” He stepped back with his hands raised. “Don’t say that. Arel, baby, look – I’m sorry. I grabbed you; that was scared, alright?”
He ran his fingers through his hair.
I was
“You had a terrible morning. You’re upset. That’s all this is. Stark hurt you, and you’re bleeding on the wrong person. You’re not thinking straight.”
“No.” I laughed out loud. “I think this is the first time I’ve thought straight in months.”
I let that sit.
“You know what?” I said. “I need space.”
His brows pulled together. “Space?”
“I want to move out.”
If calling off the wedding had shaken him, then me saying I wanted to move out hit something deeper.
He stood completely still.
Then his mouth hardened. “No.”
I felt the old instinct rise in me. The need to explain and beg, just to make it easier for him to accept. To promise I was not abandoning him.
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