LIANDREN’S POV

I want to hate you… is that even an option for me now?

For all I know this could be some sort of trick, a way to make me drop my guard so he can hurt me again.

Taking a deep breath, my heart fluttered as he shifted against my stomach. I suppressed the urge to caress his hair.

Six years ago he never let me touch him, even during sex.

As my heart continued to thrash painfully, I struck the back of his neck, clean and precise. His body went limp in my arms.

“Sleep. I ...