Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

“It’s done,” she announced, holding Bradley’s wrist and giving it a slight shake. “Is it comfortable?”

Bradley glanced at his wrist, smiling in satisfaction. “Perfect. I won’t take it off!”

Sabrina’s smile chilled, and she felt a sudden coldness creeping down her spine.

Was Tyrone nearby?

No, impossible!

A quick scan of the room confirmed his absence.

have been

shop’s second floor, across from the restaurant, Tyrone gazed

Why was Bradley there?

had no intention of backing

pull

disbelief washing over him; he recognized

a gift

Bradley would

arranged a

had she chosen to

a present of his own. Such

fists clenched, his knuckles