Broken Bonds

Without the knife, I was even more helpless than before. I was out of options, out of energy, out of…everything. Sinking into a pile on the floor, I covered my face and burst into hiccupping sobs. “Don’t cry.” His voice was gruff and cold, and I couldn’t tell if he was trying to comfort me or trying to get me to stop because it annoyed him. It didn’t matter. Even if I wanted to, I couldn’t stop. I lay there, weeping and trying to breathe through my sobs. The man let out a helpless sigh. He squatted down and touched my hair, running a hand through it. I ducked away from his touch. “I’ve been thinking about you for a long time, and I couldn’t help it. I’m sorry,” he said in a softer tone. Huh? He’d been thinking about me for a long time? He knew who I was… He’d pretended to be Roman and texted me.

That meant he knew I was “involved” with Roman. And Roman had declared that I was his woman that evening at Nightshade. I wracked my brain to recall the men present that night. Men whose physi