*Jared*

I knew Abel was following me. I’d seen through his little ruse from the very beginning. It had been confirmed the second Eliza walked into the dining room with nothing but that shred of fabric clinging to her body, her face twisted in a fierce and confident glare.

Abel had always been a master of manipulation.

I hadn’t expected him to break Eliza, especially after only a matter of days. She didn’t even realize she was eating out of his hands ...