Scarlett

My blood turned to ice in my veins. Dickson’s grip tightened around my arm, his fingers digging into my flesh like claws.

“Did you really think you could hide from me forever?” he asked, his voice a silky whisper that carried more menace than any shout. “That you could just walk away from what’s mine?”

I tried to yank my arm free, but his grip was like iron. “I’m not yours,” I spat, summoning every ounce of contempt I could muster. “I was never ...