Evie Stanton

My face stung, Thane’s hand closed over my shoulder. He dragged me behind him all the way back to his cabana. The crewmen stared at me. I could feel it, but I couldn’t drag my eyes from my feet. I limped, stumbling over my throbbing ankle.

Complaints stuck in my throat. I couldn’t find my voice, and I doubt he would listen to me anyway. I could still feel his hand squeezing my face. The rage glittering in his eyes, reminiscent of when he ...