Gale.
He must have somehow escaped during the chaos. His face is bloody, hand roughly bandaged from where Harrison stabbed, his eyes are wild, and there’s something in his expression I’ve never seen before — or maybe I’ve always seen it and just called it something else.
Love. Devotion. The look of a man with absolutely nothing left to lose.
He hauls me up by my hair, fist tangled in the strands, pulling so hard my scalp screams with pain. His other hand clamps around my throat before I can make a sound.
“Going somewhere?”
His grip tightens. I claw at his wrist but the drugs have made me weak and he’s so much stronger than me, he’s always been so much stronger, and I’m only just now understanding how much he held back during our marriage just to make me think I had a chance of fightin
