The Bound Between Us

Chapter 1030

Rowan's eyes narrowed just a bit as he walked over to Hanna. He picked her clothes up off the floor and carefully draped them over her shoulders.

He kept his gaze averted, never looking at her exposed skin.

That small kindness only made Hanna feel emptier inside, as if her heart had turned to wasteland.

She watched him, tears streaming down her face, but she forced herself not to sob. Finally, she closed her eyes and turned away. "Just go," she whispered.

Rowan glanced down at her, hesitating like he wanted to say something, but in the end he said nothing. He just grabbed the man who was slumped in the corner, barely conscious, and hauled him out of the room.

Afraid Rowan might go too far, Hanna called out quickly, "Rowan, don't kill him."

Outside, Rowan paused, her words stopping him in his tracks.

The man's eyes were wide with fear. Sensing Rowan's hesitation, he started pleading desperately. "Rowan, it's all a misunderstanding! I swear, it won't happen again. I just had too much to drink, Hanna, I'm really sorry. It's all my fault, I'll take responsibility, I promise. We're family, aren't we?"

His name was Dylan-Hanna's foster brother.

Earlier, after Hanna called Anastasia, she'd been about to go find Rowan. But as soon as she stepped outside, she ran into Dylan.

Dylan was the kind of guy who gambled away everything, already thirty and still without a real job, hanging around casinos all day. When he ran out of money, he'd sponge off the family, and when they couldn't help anymore, he'd hunt Hanna down.

She'd moved out and lived on her own for years, but she could never really get rid of Dylan, that leech.

She thought he was just there for money again, so she got some cash ready to send him on his way. But after taking the money, Dylan locked the door behind him and tried to force himself on her. She fought him as hard as she could, but she was no match for him...

Hearing his voice outside, Hanna hurled a mug across the room.

Crash.

It shattered into pieces.

"Get out!"

echoed through the

Dylan, truly. But she couldn't. Her mind was a mess,

all, she'd grown up eating at

the commotion and shoved Dylan out of the way, his voice

scrambled out, tripping over

stood in the courtyard, staring

one knew how much time passed before Hanna's voice came from

didn't leave. He sat in the courtyard,

on her bed, eyes

one ever knows which will come first-tomorrow or

was disaster, as far

moved out

as soon

realized what twisted thought

wheel

her. She had to

in the end, Dylan found

and get rid of Dylan

she felt

it had been Anastasia, Rowan would have lost it-Dylan would

alive.

her clothes, not daring to

morning, sunlight spilled in. Hanna changed into a plain dress and opened

sleepless night, and her

want for breakfast? I'll make something," Hanna said, her voice flat and cool, as if none of it had