XERXES
It was Ash's damn fault!
Never in a million years would I have said those words to Emma of my own free will. Ash had been thrashing and talking loudly in my head, and the words had just…slipped out.
Why else would I be pining for Emma, a woman I hated so much? The one who had murdered my best friend and hadn't even shown a hint of remorse.
It is not wrong to want Emma, Ash piped up for what had to be the hundredth time that evening, and I groaned. You know she didn't do it. Emma cannot hurt a fly. You are just too consumed by anger to admit it to yourself.
Enough, Ash, I snapped, and he fell silent.
I tried to clear my head, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't get Emma's scent—or the feel of her skin under my fingers—out of my mind.
What the hell was wrong with me?
Had I drunk too much wine or something?
