And what had I said?
Oh, I remember.
"If you betray me, I will disappear forever. You’ll never find me, not in this lifetime."
I’d said it calmly, and he had been terrified. His face drained of color, and he had held me close, his lips trembling. "Lila, I love you. I, Marcus Rivers, will never betray you—even if I die."
But what about now?
Not only had he betrayed me physically, but I was beginning to fear that he had also abandoned me in his heart.
Tears fell from my eyes, endless, like beads scattered from a broken string. My teeth clenched, and I bit down hard on my wrist, the sharp pain jolting me into clarity.
The bright red blood flooded my senses, clearing my mind in an instant.
It wasn’t worth it.
What love was there?
In just eight days, I would leave him behind, completely.
The ache in my wrist reminded me that this was the final path. I ran, not looking back toward the Maybach, running farther and farther away from the man who had once been everything to me.
I ran until my legs gave out, and finally, I collapsed by the side of the bridge.
This was the bridge where Marcus and I had first met. The memories flooded in, overwhelming me.