Wreck Me (Corrupt Legacy Series #2)

“Crazy, most definitely, but you don’t love him.”

Smiling at him, I caress his jaw. “I love him. He’s my family—him and the others.”

Plus, this would be insane. The Family would find us. I close my eyes for a moment, trying to push away the silly dream of us being together.

“What are you so afraid of?”

“What would it be like?”

“I’d get back to racing, and you’d keep drawing. I know you feel this between us, because no one else could feel me like you do me and I do you.”

I peel my gaze off him and let the tears fall. “That will never happen.”

“You’d choose him?”

Do it Abigail, break this bond, break both your hearts, but in the end protect him.

“Every time.”

His jaw clenches hard enough it might crack. The spell breaks, leaving me desolate. His fury is palpable, making it hard for me to breathe because I can’t soothe him.

“Fuck this,” he says, storming away.

Already late for my next class, I hurry out of the room.

He bumps into other students in the hallway. Their eyes snap to me—the evil queen—and I walk with my head held high. He’s not here as the class starts and I send him a text.

I hope you have a good excuse, because at this school, you can’t do what you want.

I see he read it. Fine. If he wants to sulk, it’s his problem.

He should thank me instead, but every minute of not knowing where he is and if he’s okay terrifies me. The worry eats at me, crumbling my insides so that I have difficulty breathing.

If something happened to him, I wouldn’t survive it.

I love him.

And now I understand Kaden. When you don’t have your other half, you wither away.

At the lunch table, I scan the cafeteria for him, but he’s nowhere in sight. Nerves chew at my insides while I slump in my chair. Maybe he needs a distraction. So be it. Yet, I shift in my seat, not finding comfort.

Jessica keeps talking about him, and if she says his name one more time, I’m going to go over there and bash her head on the table.

“Hey, killer.” Blake snaps his fingers in my face, his ability to read a person almost uncanny.

“It’s a wonder you have time to notice anything. You should party less, just saying,” I say, wanting the attention off me.

“I second that,” Bailey says.

“The real world happens outside that phone or laptop,” Blake counters.

“Well, neither of us can enjoy real life, and some of us don’t get wasted to forget it,” I retort.

“Worried about me?”

“I’m worried about your lack of concern.”

“Girls love reckless guys.”