- Glyndon Walton: ( Song of the chapter: Okay by Chase Atlantic)
I hated her.
I hated her more than I hated anything in the world.
More than I hated this trip. More than I hated Paris. More I hated the way my heart beat too fast whenever she was near.
I hated Kathrine Andrews.
Because every time I told myself I was done, that I'd never let her touch me again, that I'd never sink to that level again—she looked at me.
Like she knew.
Like she could see right through me.
And worst of all, she smirked.
That damn smirk.
Like she was proud of herself. Like she knew what she did to me. Like she liked watching me unravel, fall apart, and pretend like it never happened.
I shifted uncomfortably, Alex's arm heavy around my waist. I couldn't even hear what he was saying. His voice was just noise, blending into the chaos of the hotel lobby as we waited for the bus.
But her?
I could hear everything.
