Page 136 of Wild Thing
Selfish, foolish bitch. You brought this on yourself.Now you have to survive it.
I needed to pull myself together. Sitting in the bathroom stall, crumpled and useless, wasn’t going to help me.
Marie would notice my absence soon, and the last thing I wanted was for her to come looking for me.
I wiped my damp cheeks and forced myself to stand.
Back at the vanity, I opened my clutch and dumped its contents onto the counter, fumbling for my compact. My eyes were red and glassy, but my makeup had mostly held up. At least, enough to fool anyone who wasn’t paying close attention.
Exiting out of the bathroom, I heard an explosion of sound and noise coming from the Great Hall.
The double doors opened and Brax was hurrying through them.
My steps faltered, and I froze mid-stride.
Nope. No. Absolutely not.
My hands clenched instinctively around my clutch. I considered throwing it at his fucking head.
“Dylan, wait!” he shouted, his voice desperate as he rushed after me.
“Get thefuckaway from me!”
Spinning on my heels, I stormed down the empty corridor. My only thought was to get as far away from him as possible.
“You’ve got to let me explain!”
His footsteps quickened until I felt his hand close around mine.
I yanked my hand free. “Don’t fucking touch me!” I spat at him.
My pace quickened, my movements frantic. I had no idea where I was going, only that I needed to keep moving.
I spotted an exit.
I made a beeline for it, shoving the heavy doors open and bursting into the crisp Autumn night. My legs carried me down the stairs, my chest heaving with a mix of anger and heartbreak.
“Dylan, stop!”
Brax’s voice was closer now, and when I glanced over my shoulder, I saw him taking the stairs two at a time before vaulting over the handrail to cut me off.
His movements were infuriatingly fast. He planted himself directly in my path, blocking my escape.
“Will you stop running for a second?!”
He was frustrated and desperate.
I froze, my breath ragged. I stood two steps above the man who had torn my world apart. My eyes burned as they locked on his.
“FuckingENGAGED!” I yelled, my voice cracking with rage.
“It’s not what it–”
“No,” I cut him off and shoved him backwards.
He stumbled down a step.
“Fuck you, Brax! You’re a fucking liar.”
