—Ellie—  

    “One month,” Tristan reminded me as he led me through the garden. It took me a moment to understand what he meant.

    “Since you captured me,” I said quietly. One month. Sometimes it felt so much longer, sometimes like only yesterday. I had never thought I’d survive a single day in the hands of the Russo's, in Tristan Russo’s hands, and now I’d survived so many more. Tristan was more patient than I’d thought. I was fairly sure my family ...