“Lovie,” I breathed as her grip on my chin tightened. She turned my cheek and traced it.

“One would think having a husband as powerful as Atlas Volkan meant immunity” She released me, grinning ear to ear. “Poor you, maybe he got tired of you, right?”

My heart raced at her words, as a child I adored Lovie. As a teenager, I feared and tiptoed around her, desperate to please.

A small smile crept onto my lips. “I’m here because I killed a man, Lovie.”

Her smile slipped off ...