at the door

d to face Blaise. "Stop th

even loo

all treated her like a piece o

console and slapped hi

he side. A red handprint immediately rose on his cheek. The car

lf, waiting for

is head back. No shouting. No fury. He only ran his tongue

" he asked, h

ollapsed in

ust like Jace Landry. A self-important bastard. You thi

aiting for this? For Jace's wife to come cra

ring wheel. His knuckles went white.

ut a cold laugh, tears in her eyes. "I am no

and and slapped

en flinch. He took it,

strength. She collapsed back into the

f him. But Lily. Jace. Her family

he car was her chok

at up. He reached into the glove compartment, pulled out

dn't t

breaths, the car was gliding into the under

led the engine but di

d and swollen, and the bruises on her neck

asked, his voice r

and turned to sta

ment. "Ellery," he said, his voice q

ter scoff. "Could

with absolute certainty that she wouldn't run. That silent confide