SLOANE
I sat at my desk with my laptop open and a blank document staring back at me, the cursor blinking with the particular patience of something that had nowhere else to be.
I needed a new approach to get Bryce because harassment didn't work, it only made Bryce hate me the more. It made him terrified and now it made the entire campus think I was a monster and the worst part, the part I couldn't stop turning over in my chest, was that they weren't entirely wrong. I had been a monster.
I'd told myself it was instinct, I told myself it was the bond, I told myself a hundred different things that all amounted to the same excuse. None of it changed what I'd done.
