Dahlia's POV
The sound of someone calling my name broke through my haze, followed by approaching footsteps. I quickly turned off my phone, my hands trembling slightly.
Cold water from the bathroom faucet hit my face like a shock. I needed to pull myself together. After several deep breaths, I finally felt some clarity return.
The woman staring back at me from the mirror looked ghostly pale, completely drained. Yet my eyes burned with an intensity that felt foreign.
I twisted my lips into what barely passed for a smile. The expression that looked back was full of contempt and bitter amusement. The coldness in my gaze made my own skin crawl.
Weston had always assumed Cobb never made a move on me because he was too nervous or afraid of commitment. What a joke. The reality was so much worse. Cobb had been bold enough to sell me like cattle, probably for the right price.
I used to think Cobb was just emotionally detached. Now I knew he was nothing but scum.
