RIVEN BLACKWOOD POV

I stared at her, wondering what exactly she was asking and then I scoffed. So she really did not remember that I had pulled her out of that burning car. Fuck and all that, too, after I risked my life for her. The scars from the explosion were still on my back, and I remembered just how much agony I'd endured after that.

"Did you just scoff at me?" she asked, her eyes afire. "Do you think I am a joke or that my life is a joke? That night, fifteen years ago, I begged you ...