Slade and I remained rooted in place despite the raised brow Serena offered us.
“Are you seriously going to make me drag you out of here?” she scoffed. “I really thought you had more dignity than that.”
Her snarky attitude made my blood boil. She played the part of helpless victim so well when I’d heard her screams all those weeks ago.
I silently wondered what happened to the little boy who stood beside her that day. He didn’t look like he was acting, but I was foolish enough to believe that she needed my help. Blinded by my rage for Draven, my judgement clouded by seeing the woman who reminded me of Isabella so much.
“We’re not going,” Slade muttered with indifference. He didn’t show an ounce of weakness in front of Serena, and I silently reminded myself to ask what kind of past wa
