"Have it your way, then," Lorenz says, taking a drag from his cigarette. His voice is low and his eyes bore into yours with feign disinterest.

Lorenz exhales the smoke away from you and leans back on his chair. The ice in your drinks has melted long ago, but he can't be bothered— not now. Not when you're leaving.

He understands you can be stubborn; You're a Beta, and at the same time the most infatuanting person he's ever dated. But he can't understand why you're leaving.

He loves you.