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

had declared that I was

to recall the men present that night. Men whose physical

Griffon, Preston and many other wolf shifters from prominent

with me...and Griffon would have never gone to these lengths. Not when he could have me with a snap

meant this man was likely someone who

familiar enough with Roman to know Roman was in a meeting when she called

was scum, so he would associate with other scum. The

Oh goddess.

chill ran

told him about the

If he told Roman...

I

was as good as dead no matter

picked up the dagger and looked at it, running his

to trick Roman into drinking that drugged wine and then kill

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