POV: Daniel

Daniel’s lips still burned with her taste.

But her words cut deeper.

He broke me. You’re breaking me too.

They echoed through the tether, repeatedly, claws scraping over his ribs. She’d driven them into his chest like a knife and for a moment he almost staggered under them. He wanted to snarl and deny it, to tear the accusation from her.

But it was true.

Heavy with truth.

He was breaking her.

Only not the way that bastard ...