Tell Me a Lie

"Hazza," I whispered. "Please."

"Don't," he snapped. "Don't you dare. You're a bloody liar, Scarlett, and I don't want to hear a sob story about how sorry you are. You'd better leave."

What had I done? He wouldn't believe a word I said now, but I still loved him. There was nothing I could do to make him listen again.