they didn’t just let it happen… they planned it…

so tightly my nails bit into my palms. I was about to scream at them to get out, to tear them away from his bed, when a tiny, rasping sound stopped me dead.

Hunter’s eyelids fluttered. They peeled open, revealing bloodshot, terrified irises. For the first time since my arrival, my boy was awake.

His breathing hitched. With agonizing slowness, his uninjured continue reading …