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mood in the room, which had been charged with electricity, sexy and full of heat, had turned cold and tense.

I sat up in the chair and tied the front of my uniform back together, then pushed my skirt down.

“What’s wrong?” I asked. “Was it something I did?” I hated the way my voice sounded, hated that I was asking him if I’d done anything wrong. But I needed to know. Now that I’d let myself want him, even if it was just for a moment, I wanted to know why he was rejecting me.

“No,” Colt said, his tone clipped and hard. “This was a mistake.” He finished putting his shirt on and then walked out of the room, leaving me there, by myself, embarrassed and wondering what happened.

I sat there for a moment, watching the door, thinking surely he would come back, that he’d ask if I was okay, that he’d apologize for just running out on me. But after a moment, it became clear he wasn’t going to.

Tears stung my eyes, and I blinked rapidly, trying to keep them from spilling down my cheeks. But it was no use. Disappointment and regret washed over me in a tsunami, a wave so great it was too much to bear.

The rejection stung, but there was also the knowledge that I’d broken my promise to Declan. I’d kissed Colt, I’d let him put his hands all over my body, I would have slept with him if he’d wanted to.

Just like that, in one moment, it was over.

Promise broken.

There was no going back.

Tears spilled down my cheeks, but I wasn’t sobbing. In fact, I was kind of having a hard time breathing. I tried to stand up, but the room spun, so I sat back down and put my head between my legs until I stopped feeling so dizzy.

And then I reached for my bag, and the only thing that could make me feel better.

As soon as the razor was in my hand, I felt calmer. I held the blade against my arm and pushed it into my skin, soft and slow at first until I felt just the tiniest sting.Then I pushed it deeper into my flesh, the pain more intense this time. I went even deeper, the blood turning from a thin pink line into a thick red one, sliding down my arm until one of the drops hit the floor.

I didn’t care.

I didn’t care if I got blood all over this stupid club.

I moved the blade up my arm, pushing it even deeper into my skin. I began to feel high, the kind of high you got from a certain kind of pain, the kind of pain that made you feel like you were floating up and out of your body.

I pushed the razor deeper, dragging it up my arm, further than I’d ever dragged it before, enjoying the look of the long, jagged cut that resulted.

Two more drops of blood feel onto the carpet, and then three more. They were coming fast now, drip drip drip, and something about it was slightly alarming. I’d never bled that much before. I looked around for something to clean it up with, but there was nothing.

Finally, I grabbed a couple of napkins off the bar in the corner and pushed them against my wound.

But the napkins were soaked in no time.

I pulled them off, finally coming down from my high, ready to survey the damage. And when I saw it, I gasped.

The cuts were deep, gashes really, my flesh gaping open on the sides of each cut. Blood was pouring out of the wounds, and they were starting to hurt now, really hurt, and not in a good way.

I went to move toward the door, to get out of there and call for help, but when I turned around, the floor felt like it was moving underneath me. I was dizzy, and I reached out and grabbed at one of the chairs, using it to steady myself. But my legs were wobbly, like I was walking on two strands of spaghetti, and next thing I knew, they were giving way.

I feel to the floor, panic rising in my chest.

The room started to slip away.

And then everything went black.

END OF BOOK THREE

Part IV

Taken By Him by Hannah Ford

(Obsessed By Him, Book Four)

The next thing I knew, Colt was calling my name, pulling me back from the blackness that had briefly pulled me under.

“Olivia,” he demanded. “Fuck, Olivia, what the hell happened?”

He pulled me