Chapter 134

Silvia Guilt just kept pouring over me, wave after wave. Damn, I really hated myself right now. And I hated Alpha Enzo—hated the way he always played mind games like it was a sport. Worst of all, I hated that for a second, I'd even thought about saying yes to his insane deal. My fingers were shaking as I typed out, "Fuck you." It looked so empty, like it wasn't nearly enough to say just how disgusted I was. I stared at my screen, then wiped the message. No point. I dropped my phone onto the bed and just lay there, staring at the ceiling, soaked in shadows and regret. After a while, I dragged myself up. My whole body felt like it was filled with sand. The digital clock blinked 5:00 am—Saturday morning, and for once, no classes, no rehearsals, no nothing. I went to the bathroom, letting hot water rain down my back in the shower, muscles tense and sore for way too many reasons. Felt a little better after, so I threw on my favorite turtleneck and jeans—the comfy kind that hugged in the rig