a P

ely snapped. I kept my eyes closed, hoarding what little strength I ha

even turn my head, Aden's polished boot shot out fro

world tilted as I tumbled from the high driver's benc

iating up through my already ruined leg. It was worse than any

of furious indignation. "You think you can embarrass me? A member

hing my throbbing ankle. My silence

stole Corie's place! You enjoyed sixteen years of luxury and wealth that belonged to her! These three yea

er of something, a dark and bitter a

ke a slave and need to reflect on your status, you can walk back to Greyrock Keep

ire frame shook. "When we get back to Greyrock Keep," his voice carried through the thin wood, muffled but dr

lently. "Drive!" he barked

wheels spraying a final, insul

ld. From a rage so profound it felt l

ood. Tears were for the weak.

was my leg that failed me. It wouldn't take any weig

up, carrying flurries of fresh snow. I w

a fiercer, hotter emotion pushed it back. Surv

useless leg through the snow,

. Hoofbeats. An

more luxurious than Aden's. The crest on

ick

rt. My former fiancé. The man who had sto

pped beside me.

shmere coat. His deep blue eyes, framed by

in the mud. It lingered for a

e. I didn't want him, of all people, to

nd steady, cut t

the ca

e tone. The same command.

eting his. I let him see the