Chapter Thirty-Four
The very next morning, the reality of my choices hit the entire compound exactly like a massive, roaring freight train crashing through a brick wall. The brief, beautiful bubble of absolute peace and deep intimacy that Stone and I had created under the dark blankets of our bedroom was instantly shattered into a million tiny pieces.
I woke up abruptly to the harsh, booming sound of heavily raised, angry voices echoing all the way up from the downstairs main room. The sun was barely up, casting long, weak shadows across the floorboards. Stone was already completely out of the bed, his massive, heavily tattooed back tense as he quickly pulled his heavy denim jeans up over his hips. His rugged features were twisted into a dark, incredibly dangerous expression of pure fury
