Chapter 153

I was forced to lean back against Jonathan's chest, practically half-dragged to stand in front of the mirror. He made me stare directly at my own reflection. My hair was a mess, dark strands falling everywhere. My eyes were red and puffy, tears clinging to the edges, refusing to fall. I looked pitiful and broken as I stared at him, and at myself in the mirror. Suddenly, I let out a bitter laugh. "Are you happy now?" My voice caught in my throat. "Jonathan, is this what you wanted? Does seeing me like this make you feel satisfied?" He didn't answer. Instead, he spun me around to face him. We stood eye to eye. He forced my arms around his waist, then grabbed my face and turned it back toward the mirror. From this angle, I could see both of us reflected back. I was standing on his feet, collapsed against his chest. My shirt had been pulled halfway down, bunched loosely at my waist. My back was smooth and bare, except for one thing. Right below my shoulder, there it was—a tattoo.