nor

he reality of Jamison sitting in a holding cell clawed at my min

a nervous habit born from years of walking on eggshells, a desperate attempt to ground myself t

moved. With an irresistible, terrifying force, he grabbed my wrist and pried my hand away from my m

a suffocating, forced calm. I was too exhausted from the emotional whiplash to fight him. I let my hand go limp i

sharp, charcoal-gray eyes losing focus. He was using the Mind-Link again. I watche

was glacial. He turned to me, his

Upper East Side," Damien stated. "The other party suffered a broken nose an

zed my lungs. *

. The ghost from my past life had just wrappe

n-year-old secret I had guarded with my life spilled out like venom from a festering wound. "Jamison's college scholarship-it's entirely funded by a found

confined cabin exploded, turning the air into a

capable pressure. He forced my face up. His eyes were no longer ch

e that vibrated in my teeth. "I am the root. That name, and everything attached to it, means n

s vow silenced my sobs. He wasn't just

former tormentor, the Maybach glided to a smooth halt. Through the tinted glass, the im