LAURA’S POV
I sat on the cold hospital bench, arms wrapped tightly around myself.
Sleep was out of the question. My thoughts were too loud, my heart too heavy.
Elijah Reed.
My husband.
My enemy.
And yet, I craved him tonight.
We’d crossed a line before I left for Lanesville—when he kissed me like he owned me, when we made love like we hated and loved each other at the same time.
It wasn’t just s*x.
At least… not for me.
But this wasn’t about Elijah tonight.
This was about my mother.
The memory of her frail body being pulled from that underground hideout clawed at my mind. Her wrists were bruised. Her lips cracked. The woman who raised me was half-alive, thanks to Elane Hooper—the same woman who’d married my father after my mother was thrown into jail.
Now Elane was in custody,
