[Declan]
"You won't," Avira told me with so much confidence, and I raised my eyebrows.
She definitely had no idea what she was talking about, or what she was pressing for. She still thinks I get to choose between Nanisca and I, and I cannot help but wonder why she would think that.
A lump had formed in my throat while I watched Dylan fuck her. I hate to admit it, but I was damn jealous. I know I shouldn't, but I could not help it.
Dylan's carefree attitude greatly contrasted my own cautiousness. I couldn't bring myself to be as carefree as Dylan was, not when the image of Nanisca's protruding stomach was printed in my head, and the fact that I was responsible. I couldn't bring myself to be carefree like Dylan when I knew how much she was hurting, and it was my fault.
So when Dylan said I was up, I knew I needed an excuse to go away, to rid myself of the guilt I felt.
