Clothes,documents,jewelry—I packed swiftly.There was no hesitation,no second-guessing,no lingering sentimentality.
But Lennon was not done.He stormed in behind me,grabbing my wrist in a brutal grip.His fingers dug into my skin.
"What the hell do you think you’re doing?"he yelled,panic bleeding through his anger."You’re still mad,is that it?Fine!I get it,all right?I shouldn’t have done what I did.I messed up and lost my temper.Can’t we just slow down and work it out?"
I yanked my arm away,my eyes like ice."Don’t act like you’re some heartbroken victim,Lennon.You think I don’t know about you and Winona?"
His face went blank for a second—then flared with anger.
"That’s not true!Winona and I—there’s nothing going on.We’re innocent."
"Innocent?"I laughed,dry and sharp.I reached into my bag,pulled out a neat stack of photographs and hurled them at his chest."Is this what you called innocent?"
The glossy prints scattered to the floor—snapshots of him and Winona.Holding.Kissing.Smiling.Touching her like he never once touched me.
Lucan had given them to me days ago.
I sneered.
"She's not even blind."