FIA
"I haven't finished talking yet."
Hazel's voice stopped me before I could push her aside and reach for the door handle. I looked up, keeping my expression neutral even though exhaustion pulled at every muscle in my body.
"Then talk," I said.
She tilted her head, studying me with that particular look she wore when she thought she held all the cards. "Men usually miss what they chased first. Did you know that?"
I waited. She would get to her point eventually. She always did.
"I came here tonight with a plan," she continued, stepping closer. Her perfume was too sweet, cloying in the small space. "To get him back. Cian." She said his name like it belonged to her, like she had some claim to it. "It shouldn't be that hard, really. He's just a man, after all."
"He's not a cheater," I said. "And he's not weak."
Her smile widened. "You would have said the same thing about Milo once upon a time." She paused, letting that sink in before adding, "But I had him."
