I couldn't let Leo see me like this, I couldn't let him see the woman who was supposed to be his fortress crumbling into a heap on the cold tile. I rushed to the bathroom and locked the door, the click of the bolt sounding like the final snap of my composure. I turned the shower on full blast, letting the roar of the water drown out the uneven, ugly sobs that tore from my throat. I cried for the girl I used to be, the one who thought she could walk into this lion’s den and remain untouched. I cried for Sarah, whose memory felt like a ghost haunting every corner of this wretched estate. Most of all, I cried because Ethan Vale had found the one thing I tried to hide for years, my own hunger. He had used my body as a silencer, turning my desire into a cage.
Is this worth it? I asked the stea
