handle, but the lock was

laise, her voice a low, furious snarl

letely ignoring her, as if she wer

From Jace to her family to this man, they all treated h

ressed rage f

with all the strength she possessed

choed in the sile

ed handprint immediately bloomed on his cheek. The car swerv

plosion. She half-expected him to hit her back, and if he d

or a silent moment. Then he

. He just ran his tongue over the inside o

" he asked, h

nned. Her anger, with no target to strike, imp

e just like Jace Landry. A self-important bastard. You t

been waiting for this? For Jace's wife to come

ed at what she thought was

ing wheel, his knuckles turning white

t out a cold, tear-filled laugh. "I am not

d again and slappe

nch. He just took it, his eye

She collapsed back into her seat, and the tea

ter, the betrayal of her husband, the coldness of her family, and t

he car was her own

idn't speak. He just slowed the

nt, pulled out an unopened pack of

let the tears fall, a silent

g breaths, the car was gliding into the unde

killed the engine, but h

d and swollen, the bruises on her neck a v

asked, his voice r

turning her head to

ment. "Ellery," he said, his voice q

ter scoff. "Could

, with absolute certainty, that she wouldn't run. That silent confidence, that se