Maisie
Fury lit my blood. "Tessa didn't try to kill me. Tessa killed me. And our baby. And you didn't put her in chains! No! You're marrying her for it! You are a hypocrite! Phillip has done more for me than you ever have!"
It wasn't fair. The words were venomous, cruel, and I hated them the second they tore past my lips.
Mercer froze. He stared at me in the dead, echoing silence that followed.
"I'm sorry," I breathed, my voice breaking. "I didn't mean that."
Mercer's head dropped, his shoulders slumping with an invisible weight. He ran his hand down his lapel, the bruised digits trembling slightly. "No. You are right. I am a hypocrite." His jaw clenched, and his eyes snagged the necklace I had around my neck. His. "I dug myself into that hole. This is my fault."
"Mercer—"
"I told her I couldn't do it," he whispered, his fingers curling into tight fists.
I stilled. "W-what?"
