Without the knife, I was even more helpless than before.

I was out of options, out of energy, out of...everything.

Sinking into a pile on the floor, I covered my face and burst into hiccupping sobs.

"Don't cry."

His voice was gruff and cold, and I couldn't tell if he was trying to comfort me or trying to get me to stop because it annoyed him.

It didn't matter. Even if I wanted to, I couldn't stop. I lay there, weeping and trying to breathe through my sobs.

The man let out a helpless sigh. He squatted down and touched my hair, running a hand through it.

I ducked away from his touch.

"I've been thinking about you for a long time, and I couldn't help it. I'm sorry," he said in a softer tone. Huh? He'd been thinking about me for a long time?

He knew who I was... He'd pretended to be Roman and texted me.

I was "involved"

declared that I was

brain to recall the men

Preston and many other wolf

with me...and Griffon would have never gone to these lengths. Not

man was likely someone who

Roman was

Roman was scum, so he would associate with other scum. The type of scum who would do

Oh goddess.

ran down my

him about the fake

If he told Roman...

over. I couldn't breathe, couldn't think,

was as good as dead no

the dagger and looked at it, running his thumb over the

to trick Roman into drinking that

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