COLT
I told myself—no matter what f*****g happens, I am going to save Amanda. That was the promise I made the night she was taken from us. The same promise I made every goddamn time she pulled some reckless, insane, self-sacrificing bullshit. Every time she ran. Every time she lied. Every time she threw herself into danger like she was f*****g invincible.
But this?
This is worse. So f*****g worse. Actually, this is worse than all of it.
Because Amanda—**my Amanda—**stood there in front of me, smiling.
Not her real smile. Not the one I know.
It was empty. Faint. Dazed. Like her body was still alive, still breathing, but whatever made her her was slipping through my f*****g fingers.
And she called him Master.
The word still makes my stomach turn.
I press the heel of my hand against
