RYKER

I could only look at her as I swallowed the words burning on the tip of my tongue.

My eyes closed then opened. I heaved, “You could have just told me what she did and I would put her in prison myself.”

Noura whipped her head from the dresser. “You would have? I doubt it.”

“Why?” I stood behind her, collected the brush from her grip, and held a fistful of her hair. It felt smooth, and soft within my palm. A small, silent groan slipped from her lips as my fingers brushed ...