Page 245 of Bitter’s Sweet

That is all.

No explanation.

No Lena.

No club code.

No speech about trying to protect me.

Just yes.

I find that almost harder to take.

“Trixie didn't deserve what you did either.”

“No.”

“Did you apologize to her?”

His jaw tightens.

“Not yet.”

“Then you should.”

“I will.”

I hold his gaze long enough to make sure he understands that promise is not about me.

Then Mercy slips an arm around my waist.

I let her.

Bitter’s eyes follow the movement.

He wants to be the one holding me.

I can see it.

He lost that privilege.

For now.

Maybe forever.

I do not know.

That is something tomorrow can worry about.

Tonight I am tired of men forcing me to decide my entire future while I am bleeding.

“I’m not staying with you.”

Bitter nods.

“Okay.”

Again.