Anabel.
"Anabel…" His voice came out rough, strained, as though each word scraped painfully from his throat. "What did you… what did you do?"
The sound of it, confused, unsteady, sent a thrill through me. I let the tears I had forced earlier dry completely and lifted my head, meeting his unfocused gaze. A slow, mischievous smile curved my lips as I wiped at my cheeks, as if brushing away the last trace of weakness.
Did he really think that the whole display had been for Maria?
Did he truly believe I would lower myself to apologize to that bitch?
Never.
If Noah wouldn't come to me willingly, then I would take what I wanted. I had waited long enough. I had watched him look past me, protect her, soften for her in ways he had never done for me. I was done being patient. Done being the "little sister." Done being invisible.
