I gasped, bringing my hands to my lips, horrified by the traumatic memories he described.
"My God, Dimitri. How did you manage to escape that nightmare?"
"I didn’t." His lips curved into a twisted smile that made my heart clench painfully. "Eventually, he made other slaves for himself. The invisible collar he has around my neck only widened. It’s a false sense of freedom."
"I’m so sorry. What you went through was horrible… deeply traumatic." The memory of when I poisoned him and chained him to that chair suddenly flashed through my mind. "Oh my God… when I handcuffed you to that chair… I’m so sorry. That must have been a trigger for you. I never would have done that if I had known—"
Then he started laughing, surprising me.
"Trust me, Evelyn. What you did to me wasn’t traumatic at all.
