I picked up the ring and closed my fist around it, squeezing until the metal edge bit into my palm.

Then I tossed it into the trash.

Three years of deluded love went with it.

When I turned around, I walked straight into a solid chest.

I looked up and froze.

Les was standing in the doorway—no telling how long he'd been there. His face was dark, his gaze dropping to the ring in the trash, then to the burn on my hand, and whatever shifted behind his eyes, he didn't let it settle into anything I could name.

"You're back." His voice came out dry, almost rough.

I ignored him and stepped sideways to leave.

"Madge, stop." He grabbed my wrist, grip tight enough to hurt. "We need to talk."

"There's nothing to talk about." I wrenched free. "I already made the breakup perfectly clear."

"So what, one conference? A couple missed calls? And you have to turn it into this whole thing and insist on breaking up?"

Les frowned, still wearing that same look of lofty condescension:

"I can apologize. I'll spend more time with you from now on. Just stop throwing a fit."

I almost laughed.

"Les, do you honestly still not know what you did wrong?"

"You stole my spot—that's not nothing. You locked me in the apartment—that's not nothing. While I was nearly burning to death, you were celebrating someone else's birthday—that's not nothing. And you went around telling people she was your lover—that's even less than nothing."

"All of that, and you think I'm the one making too much of it?"

He had nothing to say. The color drained from his face, then flushed back in patches.

"That was just... a lapse in judgment. Michelle's like a sister to me."

"A sister you'd hand my spot to? A sister you'd introduce as your lover?"

I let out a cold laugh. "Les, you are unbelievably selfish. You only ever care about yourself and whoever you feel like protecting. My feelings, my career, whether I live or die—none of it means a thing to you."

"That's not true!" His voice dropped to a raw growl. "You matter to me!"

"Your love is cheap." I looked at him, my gaze perfectly still. "I don't want it anymore. Don't come looking for me again. We're done."

I stepped around him and walked away.

Les stood rooted to the spot, watching me go, and for the first time, real panic cracked through that composure. He was only now realizing that this time, I wasn't coming back.

The day of the selection review, I arrived at the designated location early.