OLEANDER
I waited for Hex to disagree with me. To tell me he wouldn't leave. But instead, he turned away.
Hex took one step, then another, and without looking back, strode out of the prison.
A dull throb bloomed in my chest as I watched him go. I clutched the edge of the thin dress I wore, blinking rapidly to keep the tears from falling, but I failed.
"I don't want you to go," I whispered, one hand pressing against my aching heart.
I needed him here. In this damned room. Even though I couldn't understand or explain what was happening to me or around me, I just wanted him to stay.
He was the only thing grounding me in this filthy, dark place. The only person keeping my sanity intact. I swiped angrily at my cheeks, staring at the spot where he had stood moments ago. I had no reason to cry. I shouldn't be crying.
Hex was the one who needed to apologize. He was the one who judged me without listening. The one who made everything about himself and still lied to me about Claudia.
