Page 137 of You Were Always Mine
Her voice shakes, breaking on the edge of fear.
“Kai… I didn’t—I didn’t want him dead.”
The air between us fractures. My pulse hammers loud enough to drown everything, and for the first time since my fists closed around Tyler’s throat, I can’t tell if the ache in my chest is rage, guilt, or the start of something even darker.
Her words are still echoing—I didn’t want this—when the ground gives out under me. I’m shaking, fists raw, lungs burning, her tears cutting deeper than every bone I broke in him. I grip her face, smearing her with his blood, because I need her to look at me, to understand the ruin I’ve chosen for her.
My voice comes out wrecked, a rasp dragged from somewhere hollow.
“You don’t get it, Scar… I’d kill him a thousand times for touching you. I’d kill anyone who fucking hurt you if it meant keeping you.”
Her eyes flinch, but I can’t stop. I press my forehead to hers, breath shuddering, and whisper the truth that damns us both:
“You should be afraid of me… because now you’ll never be free.”
Her heels scrape back against the pavement, the weight of what I’ve done burning across her face. Fear—raw, shaking, alive—clouds her eyes as if she’s finally seeing me for what I am.
“Scar,” my voice rips out of me, broken and hoarse, “you said you’d never leave me.”
She stumbles, clutching herself, tears streaking hot down her cheeks as she backs away into the dark, everystep tearing me open. “Scar, come bak. You said you would never leave. Don’t fucking leave me.” I rasp.
I look down. My hands are drenched, dripping, crimson soaking the cracks of my skin. Tyler’s blood. My hands.
And all I can think is—there’s no taking it back.
