Jacob
The curtains held the sun at bay, but I was already dressed, shirt buttons mismatched, shoes lopsided.
My trembling hands managed to button my shirt, a futile attempt to compose myself. I stifled the scream trying to claw its way out.
He couldn't see my weakness. I would never let him see my weakness. Because if he did, then he would do anything in his power to exploit that… or try to walk all over me.
Daniel lay on the bed, bare-chested, his hair a wild tangle. He bore no resemblance to the demon from my past. His eyes searched mine.
"Don't even…," I warned, voice shakier than intended. "Don't you dare say a f*****g word? This is nothing but a screw-up, okay?"
He stood up and stepped closer. I retraced my steps.
My heart hammered like a drum, desperate to jump out of my
