I shudder and swallow back the billions of feelings threatening to overwhelm me. It’s hard to look him in his eyes after what he just did to Anna. It’s hard to look at his hands, too—the hands that just tore her apart. Her blood drips from his fingertips.
He’s a f*****g savage.
The question remains, though… what will those hands do to me now?
So I start my story. What I can remember of it, at least.
“The night I ran from the Sanctuary, I… I woke up, I guess you’d say. I was confused. Didn’t know where I was or what was happening. I was wearing the wedding dress and there was something in my hand.”
“The paperweight?”
I nod. “Yeah. The paperweight… covered in blood.”
He doesn’t say a thing, so I continue. Even when the fear running through my veins burns like battery acid.
“It wasn’t
