(Sanya's POV)
"What about Aaron?" I ask cautiously, hating how my voice wavers just slightly on his name, hating how even now, after everything, I can't quite kill the part of me that still cares.
"I know where he is," Tyron says, and his smile widens into something that doesn't reach his eyes, something cold and calculating that makes warning bells ring in the back of my mind. "And I can take you to him. But only if you come back home with me."
I narrow my eyes, every instinct I've developed over these brutal months of marriage screaming at me that this is a trap, that Tyron Stone doesn't do anything out of kindness or generosity, that every word from his mouth is designed to manipulate and control and break me down into the obedient puppet he's been trying to create since the day we w
