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𝐋𝐗𝐗𝐗𝐕𝐈𝐈 ー 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬

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Grayson saunters inside at his leisure and takes a casual look around the penthouse. He's more than aware of the green eyes trained on him, especially when he views the collection of photos of her and Rayn.

Consciously she touches the scar on her cheek. It stretches right from under her eye and follows a path all the way to her jaw. A similar scar has a home on her hand, both sides, from when the knife penetrated it with vengeance.

"Drink?" She migrates to the alcohol cart. Gold rimmed with mirrored trays, both of which hold a variety of bottles.

"I don't want anything from you."

She disguises the pang in her chest. "Who did that?" Victoria gestures to the bruise on his face. He shows more interest in a framed photo. "Who did this to you?"

He squints. "I didn't hear it before. Funny, I hear it now."

"Who hurt you?"

"You did," he answers plainly. He drops the frame on the table without a care. Victoria doesn't seem to mind the frame clattering against the wood either.

"Let me look at it?"

"There it is again." He perches on the armrest of a velvet, navy blue chair. "I can hear it in your voice. You're so good at lying and pretending. You should've been an actress. You play the role well."

Blood red lips begin to frown. "Where's Kaden?"

"You never gave a shit about him."

"Yes I did. I loved you both. I still do."

"You loved the power."

"No. I was terrified of losing you. Grayson you were my first love."

His laid back little smirk vanishes. "The things you did weren't out of love."

"Nobody's perfect."

"I can think of someone who is," he drawls. "You're just her cheap knockoff."

Victoria swallows the lump in her throat. "You know I loved you both. But it'll always be you. With Kaden it felt like business. Like he was using me to pass the time until he found the one. He got what he wanted. He found her."

"And you're upset because he's one less person for you to manipulate."

"Please don't say things like that."

"Truth hurts."

When he stands her eyes dip against her will. Her curiosity gets the better of her. It wraps itself around her sanity and pulls taut, choking it until all she can think about is what lies beneath the black material.

"I know in that delusional head of yours, you're wondering if it's still gone. I fixed it."

Her eyes shine. A hopeful step forwards is taken as he lifts his shirt. The fire is extinguished the moment he reveals the S. She wobbles and grabs onto the side cabinet for balance, a vase of dried flowers threatening to topple over the edge.