Mark Pov

Sage was going to kill me.

It wouldn’t be quick either. I am sure she would make it hurt, make it last. Not physically—no, she wasn’t that type, hell she couldn’t even take me on physically, I’ll break her. It’d be worse. That cold, disappointed silence. The way she’d look at me, all those unspoken words weighing on her tongue. Like I’d betrayed her trust.

Like I’d lied. And maybe I had.

I told her I’d come back, didn’t I? I promised her, forehead against hers, ...