o fists at his sides. "If you harbor any resentment, come

enna sneered, her eyes filled with thick, undisguised

nd let out a low, warning growl. "You can hate me

. He shot Brenna one last deep, warning look

ely holding back finally surged to her eyes. Three years of sacrifice had been an exercise

chose to end this, she had nev

gle tear slipped from the corner of her eye and rolled down her cheek-

deep, magnetic voic

burn's flawlessly handsome face. A flash of surprise crossed her ambe

hs with him again so soon, just

te, aristocratic elegance. "Visiting an elderly acquaintance," he replied simply. His dark eyes swep

less dark gaze. Her heart instinctively skipped a beat,

apping lightly against his own chest. "At a time like this, most

ine white handkerchief from hi

ps. She didn't take the handkerchief. "Crying doesn't solve anything.

doesn't it?" Dillon

anches, her gaze drifting as it emptied of emo

ty could win a true heart, but in t

a trace of imperceptible gentleness. "It is indeed a waste to fight over unworthy things fo

aster. Meeting his unfathomable gaze, she felt a

rt isn't with you, there's no point in forcing him to stay. Rather than torturing

Yet, she knew Dillon was entirely right. A clean break was better than a lingering mess. Besides, Brenna Sinclair was neve

lm and unshakable composure. "We're already done. He and