Chapter 13

Abigail *WARNING: MILD REFERENCE TO ATTEMPTED SA*

I let him hold me. I couldn’t calm down unless he was near, and I felt safe in his arms. The thing had brought back a memory of the time the real Jacob had attempted to corner me in the armory after drills.

He had me pinned to the wall, and was trying to get his hand up my shirt.

“Jacob, stop!” I yelled repeatedly, hoping someone would hear.

“Hush now, Duchess. You know I’m your only option. No one else wants someone as ugly as you. I’ll take you to paradise, Duchess, and then your father will have to let me marry you.”

I head-butted him, breaking his nose. When he let go of me to grab his nose, I kneed him in the crotch, pushed him over, and ran.

I started hyperventilating as that memory played through my head over and over.

“Breathe, Abby, breathe with me,” I heard Grayson saying through the fog in my brain. I felt him put on hand on the center of my chest and the other on my back. “Come on, with me… in… now out… in… out… tha