Page 83 of Vow of Revenge
Her beautiful nose wrinkled. “Why so?”
“That’s my car. It’s not for sale.” I would never sell it. The car held happy memories and now that I remembered, I wasn’t letting Ana fade from my mind.
Her eyes finally cut to mine. “I thought you were selling the entire collection?”
“I am, just not that one.”
“I’ll give you more than its worth.”
“It’s not for sale. It’s priceless.”
Tom stepped forward. “There are loads of cars here, honey. Pick another.”
Freya’s eyes widened; her mouth quirked feigning a begrudged smile. “If you’ll excuse me.” She stepped to the side and marched off.
Immediately my pulse accelerated. I couldn’t let her leave, not without talking to her. Turning my back on Tom, I darted through the crowds, following the determined stride that carried her away from the hanger and out into the open.
“Freya! Wait!” I called after her, my heart shedding its armour.
Spinning around to face me, those eyes that once looked at me with desire, glowed with liquid fire. Her lips pressed together firmly, and her breathing rushed. She was my oxygen, and right now I couldn’t breathe without her. In a stride, I lessened the distance between us.
“Well? What is it, Kaleb? Are you planning to spin more lies?” she growled. “Don’t take another step closer.” Her palm raised, blocking me with a safe distance.
My body didn’t want to listen. The madness of her magic was sucking me in.
I was helpless.
“We need to talk. There’s something I need to...”
She cut me off mid-sentence. “You have nothing to say that would interest me, other than you’re selling that car.”
“Freya. Listen to me.” I stepped into her. She took a step back. “I won’t let you leave me until you hear the truth.”
A pretty pink flush warmed her cheeks, but her features tightened like she was holding back a storm. “I’m not the key to avenge your father. I don’t have feelings for you. I never had, and never will. You mean nothing to me, Kaleb. Do you understand? I have absolutely zero fucking feelings for you other than pity. It was meaningless sex, nothing more. So please, back off. Why you want that car is beyond me.” Her clipped tone was sprinkled with frost.
I was losing her forever.
The truth would only display as a fabrication of lies. This wasn’t the right time. I was never going to rewrite history – my entire family, including the Beaumont’s believe that Ana killed my father and I would make Freya pay. Why would they ever believe me, that I did it?
“Freya. Just listen to me.”
“Ugh! You don’t get it, Kaleb. You have nothing to say that would interest me. I hate everything you stand for, and I hate everything you’ve been. We’ll never be together.”
I could’ve dragged her into Hanley and forced her to listen, but she was too angry to hear me clearly. The words just rolled off my tongue like I’d thought about them before, but I hadn’t. “I love you, Freya.” I don’t want to, but I do.
She clucked her tongue right after she sucked in a gust of air. “Please, save me the dramatic bullshit, Kaleb. I don’t even know you, and you definitely don’t know me. Do you seriously think I’m going fall into your arms and declare my undying love?” The malice lacing her words felt like daggers.
Hate and love. This was it. The fine line was etched between us.
“The car isn’t for sale. It has sentimental value. I’m sorry.” I was rooted to the spot, soaking up the devastation of her words.
She exhaled loudly down her nose. “Like a trophy? The beautiful car where my mother died at the hand of your psychotic father. Is it a keepsake of his victory? I’m glad she killed the fucker. You can run on now, Kaleb. Find yourself another little mouse to fuck with.”
I watched her stumble away, her shoulders stiff, carrying all her anger. Each step pounded firmly into the ground.
I let her walk away.
I didn’t deserve her.
