Cynthia Dion:

I glared at the person standing before me, a mix of defiance and fear in my eyes.

"What do you think you're doing? Why are you in my room at this time of night, Atticus?" I pushed my anxiety aside and demanded an explanation. He was acting so domineering and overbearing, ignoring the fact that he had coerced me into ruining my life.

"Why? Were you expecting your husband, your second mate, to come tonight?" He smirked, slamming his hand against the wall, ...