Reign was silent for a long time after he finished, staring at her palm, not able to look up or say anything back, her mind crazy with confusion.
Somewhere in the penthouse, a clock ticked, and Reign's hands fisted the fabric of her dress.
Her head was full of so much information that it was starting to throb.
So many things are happening in one day. So many things are happening in 48 hours.
She was married to the wrong person, and Marcus Pearson, the man who had attacked her, who had grabbed her roughly in the middle of the road, and breathed alcohol into her face, was the man her mother had chosen for her. And his family planned to use her as a lifeline.
Now she understood some of the things he said. Now she gets it all. But…
"Is there really any difference," she said finally, her
