Chapter 42

Elaria leaned against the wall, tears trailing down her face as she let out a faint laugh. Forgive him? Why should she? When she was drowning in despair, Sebastian was busy playing savior to Bianca. Did he ever think about her panic? Did it even cross his mind how it tore her up, losing family like that? Lowering her gaze, she stared at Sebastian's face. Her fingers, pale and slender, reached out-almost tenderly-brushing against his cheek like she was touching someone she once loved. Her voice was soft, laced with a kind of mocking warmth. "Does it hurt, Sebastian? You actually capable of hurting?" Before he could answer, Elaria tilted her head back and laughed-sharp, bitter, cracking through the silence. Her laughter shook her chest, and with Sebastian so close, it was like he could hear the sound of something breaking inside. That night, it felt like love was humming its final requiem. ***** Sebastian hit a wall. Still, he kept showing up at the hospital, sticking close to the old la