Grace’s POV
I watched as Jack turned back to the real estate agent, and continued to talk business, as if Cole wasn’t standing on the pavement, fuming. His dark gaze met mine and my heart shuttered in my chest. The anger in his eyes felt like a burning slap to the face. He hated me so much solely because of what I was.
Because I was a witch!
I tore my eyes away from him, refusing to let him see my broken heart that I was still trying to piece together. I’d promised myself once that I was done crying for him – that I didn’t need him in my life. And albeit a small victory, I didn’t feel like crying or crumbling down at seeing him again. I didn’t feel that soul-consuming emptiness when thinking about a future without him. And my heart didn’t hurt as if I couldn’t breathe without him either. He was nothing but a painful reminder of the person I’d once been – and never would be again.
I mourned that girl…
My tears were for her.
Not him!