Avery’s POV
The apartment was oppressive, Jameson walking back and forth like a caged animal producing an overcharged, suffocating atmosphere of tension. The man who was always in control and heroic appeared to have had a major freak out — his face lines deep with recurring grey cloud. I was huddled on the couch a blanket absolutely wasted over me.
It was warm, but a cold started to run into my bones— was it fright or exhaustion that I couldnt tell.
“You are someone, from your past?
Jameson froze, he pivoted to look at me. He relaxed in the face of it, but his eyes were still burning with intent.
“My fiancée,” he whispered slowly, admitting it in a barely audible voice.
The word pierced like the tip of an ice pick to my heart Fiancée? My heart had a panic automaton – I couldn’t ident
