hear him downstairs, his voice low and
dn't need to. My father's whimper
d given me still clutched in my han
r L
nster? How did you explain that you were leaving and never coming back? That ever
go away fo
so badly the lette
best thing in my life, and I need you to be strong now. St
inked them back furiously. Cr
n anything in this
ss
threw some clothes into a bag. He said I didn't need much. That e
k hair, sharp cheekbones, eyes that had seen too much too soo
myself and m
t he'd broken me with one threat, bent
at he'd just brou
k leather interior, tinted windows, the kind of c
essionless, opening it for me li
id i
e, legs crossed, checkin
ettled into the seat as
he said casually. "Be
d y
u, Cassia. He cried because he's afraid of wh
He was right, an
ly home I'd ever known. I didn'
said after a few minutes of silence.
threatens fiftee
d. "I wouldn't h
ould have
sh some ground rules, Cassia. I don't tolerate disobedience. I don't tolerate disrespect. And I certa
sn't afraid. Even though I was. Even though my he
u can do whatever you want to me. But you will never, ever own me. Not really. I'll play your
it me. His hand twitched, his eyes
he la
ugh, like I'd just told the
d, leaning back.
st nightmare,
ke I was a puzzle he couldn't wait to
easily. Cried, begged, tried
possessive. "But you... you're going to f
nt o
myself not to flinch as his fingers b
ugh the trees like someth
ll windows that looked like
anicured, a fountain in the circular driveway th
oing to be
Killian said as
word felt
d out onto marble pavers, my cheap shoe
e, taking my pathetic bag,
en I s
ther
women of varying ages and appearances, all watching me wit
possessive on the small of my bac
k hair swept up elegantly, eyes
of smile that

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