Glass Heart Hero: A Dark High School Romance by Lindsey Iler (free ebook reader for iphone .TXT) 📕

then.” I tilt my head, utterly overwhelmed by him. His lips catch mine, starting off slow. A kiss full of passion and love.

I’m slammed into the door, but it deepens our kiss further. This is need. We are two human beings, desperate to feel a connection to each other. It’s a physical and emotional response that has us holding on for dear life.

Breaker’s hand skates up my spine, ending in my hair and messes it up as he directs me where he wants me. I follow him, slowing and speeding up to stay in rhythm with him.

“I love you,” Breaker says between our lips. He tries to break the kiss, but I press forward, not willing to give up his lips yet. When I finally pull away, his slow, devilish smile sets my heart to racing. “I don’t care what our parents did or what they are yet to do, no matter, that’s not going to change. I’m sorry I made you believe how I felt is contingent on their behavior.”

“I love you, too, Breaker.” I start to laugh.

“Didn’t know loving me is so hilarious.” He shakes his head, pure amusement in the way he nibbles on the tip of his tongue.

“Nothing funny. I never expected you, is all.” I grab his hand, toying with his rings and tracing the tattoos on his fingers.

“Yeah, I get that.” He grabs my face and kisses me one more time. “Let’s get you to class.”

“The gauntlet’s tonight,” I blurt as we walk hand-in-hand through campus.

“It is.” Breaker’s expression stays unmoved.

“How bad is this going to be?” I ask, remembering the cold way he spoke to Marek when he’d asked him to call it.

“You caught on to that, did you?” He lifts my hand and kisses my palm, sending tingles over my skin.

“It involves Madison?” I question deeper. He nods in answer. “Is she okay with you using her?”

“When I got home last night, we talked about it. She said whatever I needed.”

“Do you think she’s in love with you?” The question surprises us both. “What, it’s not so far out in left field, right?”

“She may have been, but not anymore. She’s special to me, and I’m sorry if that hurts you in some way, but it’s more platonic.”

“No, it’s not like that. I just wonder why she’s doing all this for us.”

“She’s like us, baby. She’s wrapped up in a world that corruption rules supreme. The things she’s seen and heard, no girl should have to witness. She’s meant to stay quiet. Be seen but never heard. Perhaps we can give her a voice when the rest of the world is trying to silence her,” Breaker explains.

His words are so eloquently spoken and utterly heartbreaking.

“Your soul isn’t as dark as I once believed,” I say.

“Don’t confuse my kindness for weakness. I’ll still paint the walls red for the right reason.” He kisses my temple and steers me towards my class. “Taking down our three families is a pretty good reason.”

My phone vibrates in my bag resting against my leg. I take it out and see three missed calls from my father and several missed texts from Tripp. “Shit.”

“Has he been in contact with you since the night on the bridge?” Breaker asks, spotting Tripp’s name in my messages.

“Just through texts. I haven’t answered any of them.” I hand over my phone, not willing to hold any secrets from him.

His eyes skim the screen, his finger running over it to see every single one of Tripp’s messages. I know what he’s reading. I’ve read them a handful of times myself, trying to make sense of them.

Breaker’s eyes widen with anger and disbelief. “He’s kidding with this shit, right?”

With Tripp DuPont, wealth comes a sense of entitlement. He’s gotten away with plenty in his life. For the most part, Breaker is the same, but the difference between them is, Breaker doesn’t demand things and immediately expect them to be handed over to him.

The last text has me on edge. It’s why, when Breaker left me at my dorm last night, I wasn’t willing to admit I didn’t feel safe. Palmer is the only reason I slept. If she hadn’t been there, I don’t know if sleep would have ever found me.

“Are you worried?” He bends at his knees to come eye-to-eye with me. My hair is only a shield for a short amount of time. “Last night, when I left you there . . .”

“I wasn’t alone,” I clarify.

“But you thought you were going to be, and if I had known . . .”

“If you’d known he’d sent this text, you would’ve gone to defend my honor.”

“Damn fucking right I would, Delaney.” He spins on his heel, his voice raised and hands in his hair, tugging the ends in anger. I’ve delivered a dose of my reality. It’s hard to swallow. “Why didn’t you tell me he’s been texting you?”

“Well, I mean, can you see yourself right now? You’re practically foaming at the mouth.” I circle him and cup one side of his face, and he kisses my palm. “I don’t need your anger to get in the way of what we are doing.”

“I don’t even know what we’re doing,” Breaker says.

“Earning our freedom, once and for all.”

Chapter Nineteen

Breaker

“Hey.” Byron walks into the living room. The night sky is pitch black. The only light in the room is from the foyer. “You look nervous.”

He’s not wrong. I’m nervous as hell. I left Delaney upstairs to finish getting ready, and I’ve snapped at everyone else in the house, so they’re giving me plenty of space.

“What if this isn’t the right thing to do?” I ask, genuinely looking for his advice.

“The guy made you jump off the bridge you believed your mother killed herself on. I’m going to say, no matter what you do, it won’t be anywhere near as fucked up as that.” Byron slaps my shoulder as he passes me. “For what it’s worth, I think what you’re doing is brave.”

“I don’t feel brave.”

“Most heroes