Nightingale
“Wesley lowered me to the ground. I stared up into his face.
“Nightingale,” he said again, smiling.
Nightingale. Not Abby. Not even Wren. Still that damned Nightingale. After everything, he still didn’t see me—not the real me. Wesley could only focus on the person he wanted me to be. His perfect, mystery woman. I felt like Bandit had just emptied his gun into my stomach.
“You can get the flash drive from Piper. We’re done here. I’m leaving.” Somehow I managed to get the words past the knot in ...my throat. “Chloe can help you if there’s a problem with the event.”
Wesley brushed my hair off my face. “Abby. I’m sorry—” “Don’t. Don’t say you’re sorry.” I stepped around him. “Don’t talk to me right now. Just—don’t.”
I straightened my dress, twisted open the knob to the broom closet, and ran. I ran and ran and ran down the hallway until my lungs and toes screamed for mercy. Then, I sputtered to a stop, rested my head against the concrete wall, and sobbed.MoreLess
“Nightingale,” he said again, smiling.
Nightingale. Not Abby. Not even Wren. Still that damned Nightingale. After everything, he still didn’t see me—not the real me. Wesley could only focus on the person he wanted me to be. His perfect, mystery woman. I felt like Bandit had just emptied his gun into my stomach.
“You can get the flash drive from Piper. We’re done here. I’m leaving.” Somehow I managed to get the words past the knot in ...my throat. “Chloe can help you if there’s a problem with the event.”
Wesley brushed my hair off my face. “Abby. I’m sorry—” “Don’t. Don’t say you’re sorry.” I stepped around him. “Don’t talk to me right now. Just—don’t.”
I straightened my dress, twisted open the knob to the broom closet, and ran. I ran and ran and ran down the hallway until my lungs and toes screamed for mercy. Then, I sputtered to a stop, rested my head against the concrete wall, and sobbed.MoreLess
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