Chapter 8

Five days until I left the country.

That morning. I finally told Pax it was over. That night, he kicked down my door.

The crash echoed through the tiny apartment, the flimsy frame rattling, hinges groaning under the impact. A crack splintered along the cheap wood, a jagged reminder of just how easily things broke–just how easily we had broken.

Pax stood in the doorway, breath uneven, fury barely restrained beneath a thin layer of composure.

His eyes–dark, burning–scanned the room before landing on me.

“You’re being ridiculous,” he bit out, voice taut with frustration. “Nina and I grew up together. Our families were close–she’s spoiled, sure, but she doesn’t mean half the shit she says.”

I didn’t respond.

“She was out of line, I get it,” he continued, stepping further in, closing the distance between us. “But you shouldn’t take it so personally.”

I let out a slow breath, my expression unreadable.

His jaw clenched, a flicker of impatience flashing in his gaze.

like a little sister to me, Cecilia.

quiet settled between

voice dropped lower, colder.

this tantrum. There’s a limit to how far you can take

had fought before.

frustration, stubborn silences that

we reached

once had the word breakup been spoken

first time and I meant it.

tore my gaze away from him, looking instead at the door he had just kicked open. The edge where his foot had struck was splintered, damaged beyond

chin,

“I’m serious, Pax.”

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almost as an afterthought, I added, “And while you’re at it, you should probably cover the cost of the

a short,

for this, do you?” His fingers raked through his hair, exasperation dripping from every word. “You’re jealous

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