Chapter 3 Let Her Go
Jonathan was here.
Gregory’s face went pale. In all of Imperia, no one dared mess with Jonathan.
He tried dragging her up the ramp one more time, but it was already over.
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Men swarmed in from all sides. In seconds, Gregory was thrown to the ground. face down. Still, he clung to her wrist. Clarissa snapped, slamming her fist against his hand over and over. She didn’t stop until he let go.
Then, she looked up.
Jonathan sat inside the car. The window was tinted, but she could make out his shape, his sharp jaw, the stillness in his posture.
She couldn’t see his face, but she could feel the cold weight of his gaze.
She
She had ditched him before their engagement. Left him behind like he meant nothing. It was the kind of betrayal no man could forget.
Her chest burned.
Tears welled up as her eyes turned red. Everything he had done for her in that past life crashed down on her now.
She stepped forward without thinking, but two guards blocked her, arms outstretched.
Their eyes were full of hate, like they could tear her apart on the spot.
Clarissa couldn’t go near him. She just stood there, tears in her eyes, staring at Jonathan through the glass.
“Jonathan…”
Her voice came out raw and low. The sound of it stung worse than a slap, burning straight through his chest like scalding
water.
His fingers dug into the steering wheel. The veins on his hand pushed up hard against his skin.
So now she cried? Just because he ended their little escape?
He had seen everything. From the car, from the start. The way she clung to Gregory like they’d die without each other. What a joke. So tragic. So perfect. Two lost souls in love.
Jonathan had always kept himself in check. He was always composed and always proper. Right now? His face was tight with anger, and his eyes burned with disgust.
“Let her through.”
His tone was flat, deep, and final.
The guards didn’t like it. They didn’t want to move. They hated her. But when Jonathan gave an order, they listened. Even so, they didn’t stop watching her.
Their eyes warned her plain and clear–try anything and it would be over fast.
When the space opened up, Clarissa froze.
She had wanted to see him and begged for this. But now, her legs didn’t want to move. She forced one step, followed by another.
She stopped beside the car. Jonathan never looked away from her.
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Chapter 3 Let Her Go
He watched her hesitate. Watched her push forward anyway.
His stare stayed sharp. Cold. Steady.
“Jonathan…”
Her voice cracked when she stood before him.
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That face. Hard lines, calm expression. Mouth tight. Eyes frozen. That was the face that once turned soft for her. That once held her close and smiled.
She couldn’t take it. She lifted her arms.
The guards snapped to attention. Their hands twitched as their eyes widened. This girl again? Was she seriously going to strike him? Why? Just because they stopped their little escape?
Gregory, still held down nearby, lit up inside. That was Clarissa. She still cared. She was going to hit Jonathan for him. She hadn’t given up on them.
Jonathan didn’t react. One hand stayed on the wheel, the other lay flat on the seat. His gaze didn’t shift.
When she raised her hands higher, his lips curled. So that was it. All this emotion–for Gregory. She was going to slap him. How noble.
He didn’t blink. Didn’t tense. Just waited.
Then came her apology.
“Jonathan! I’m sorry! I was wrong! I never should’ve run off with him… I’m so sorry….
Clarissa dove forward, arms rushing in through the window, wrapping around him tight. She held him like she needed him to breathe. Her tears soaked his shoulder. Her words came in gasps.
The guards, still bracing for a hit, couldn’t believe what they were seeing.
Gregory, lying in shock, wondered what in the world just happened.
What the hell just happened?
