“You want to talk?”
Fenn tightened his hold on Hayden, loving the way she let him drape her over his body like his own personal blanket. His hands rested on her back, his fingertips tracing the faint line of her spine.
“Please, talk to me,” she urged.
Her chin rested on his chest and she gazed at him, her eyes imploring him to open up. He didn’t want to, but he had to get it out.
“You’re sure you want to hear this? I don’t know if I can sugarcoat any of it.”
“I can handle it.”
He drew in a deep breath. “I remember nearly everything that happened now. How Emery and I were held for three months. That man Antonio was a bastard. The other two men he hired were there for the money. They didn’t know we were supposed to be killed rather than ransomed. Antonio was abusive and he liked to pla
