Marksman POV

The front door slammed behind her and the Marksman sank to the floor, leaned back against the kitchen counter, and dropped his head. What a fucking mess. He didn’t want to think about the stuff she’d said, but the words wouldn’t stop swirling around his head. He didn’t want to acknowledge that what she was saying was the truth. Instead, he wanted to blame Sara for the reason Ember left. Except…except he couldn’t help thinking that he was exactly as pathetic as Sara made him out to be. How could he even think Ember wanted him for real? What did he even offer her? She had everything and...