she was saying. My father was not a killer. My father was a kind man, and everyone knew him for his

d. "My father didn't kill V

ough my skin and sending sharp jolts of pain.

en us barely an inch apart. "Listen to me, Elena. This isn't about truth or love. This is abou

ung sharper

back, her gaze on me hard. "Now, I know just the thin

o my hand, her lips curling to a m

g her gaze again, my hand trembling l

you'll do what I say, or you'll be dead before morning." Her voice dropped. "Marry Luther, play nice, and

reezing past me and heading down the dimly lit

elling myself to brace up and gather courage for what was going to happen next

and the room swayed, my fingers fumbling to drop the empty bottle on the tabl

flame catching on the curtain's edge. In a brief moment, the flames grew,

c as the fire grew around me, increasing the temperature in the room, smoke billowing in the room and thickening with e

u," said a f

ha

ering strength. His shoulder and biceps were so hard that I wondered for a

s and I drew enough onto my lungs. I thought Ethan was going

oing?" I though

hidden corner we came to a stop at a hidden guest cottage, the silver light of th

turned back to the cottage, my mouth op

r and

Luther's neck, her lips against his in a fevered kiss. Luther's hand roamed every part of her body, his head l

nderstanding abou

the scene, and I sl

door that was ajar. His hands folded into fists at his

it is," he sai

notice us. My breath went faster with rage and my heart hammered against my rib at the overwhelming

to marry someone you do

of the estate, where we found ourselves in another room. As soon as he shut t

with a fim edge. "You're only a pawn to

, I darted the tears from my face away angrily. "I d

u going to do ab

looked u