Marksman POV

What the actual fuck just happened?

Marksman watched Ember drive away, feeling like she had tied a rope around his heart and was tearing it from his chest with every metre she drove.

She was leaving, but more than that, she was disregarding everything they’d shared.

How the fuck did that happen?

Marksman turned and trudged back to his car. He slid into the driver’s seat and leaned his head back. How had they gone from being ridiculously happy to…that? What happened between the last time he saw her and the train wreck that he’d just witnessed?

And how the fuck had she found out he knew she...