Chapter 12: Truth in the Dust

Ella’s

The sting of Jasper’s slap still burned across my cheek, sharp and hot. My skin throbbed, but instead of crying, a bitter laugh slipped from my lips. It sounded cracked and ugly, but I forced myself to lower my hands slowly, refusing to give them the satisfaction of seeing me cower.

Before I could steady my breath, Jasper’s hand shot out again, this time clamping around my neck. His fingers pressed against my throat, squeezing—not enough to cut off ...