Poppy lay curled on her bed in a fetal position, hugging Duke tight to her clenched belly. Her head spun from the wine, clouding her thinking. Not that any amount of thinking would help. Levi’s words echoed through her brain. My mother knows the family. It brought Cade’s crime way too close to home. He’d killed that young mother and now Poppy felt dead too. There was no escaping her husband. Cade might not know where she was, but he was still managing to torture her.
My mother knows the family.Duke whined and licked her face. His coat was wet with tears, although she hadn’t realised she was crying. The fear was back; the fear that she’d been starting to conquer during this last magic week. It crawled over Poppy like a great black spider. Familiar sights and sounds terrified her. Grevillia
