22: Julia.

Somehow I already sense the answer to that question as I run from the room, traveling through the foyer, out the main entrance and onto the grass. My chest is tighter than a drum as I approach him, fingertips pressed to my lips to keep a cry from escaping. But eventually I can't anymore and I make a shallow sound, causing Ramsy's sledgehammer to pause mid-swing.

Slowly, he turns around—and reveals a man possessed. His black hair hangs down low over his brow, sweat running in rivulets down the sides of his handsome face.

"Ramsy," I say, unable to get my voice above a whisper, thanks to the strain in my throat. "What are you doing?"

His big shoulders heave with exertion, and absently I notice the claw marks I left. Great red streaks running down the middle of his beautiful chest. "The last thing I can do to keep you here." He drops the sledgehammer beside his right foot, the tool hitting the ground loudly. "I asked you to face your fear without facing mine. I'm fixing that now. Look at