Lily Thompson
I spent the morning replaying his words.
Your body doesn’t lie.
Every time I closed my eyes, I felt Ryan’s breath at my ear, his hand pinning me against the wall. My skin was still hot where his touch had branded me. It made me furious—at him, at myself, at the fact that my body betrayed me so easily.
I couldn’t let him do this to me.
Couldn’t let him spin my world upside down with just a contract and a smirk.
So I dressed for battle. Dropped Isabella at school. Took the subway like I always did. Told myself today I’d start asking questions, finding names, sniffing out loopholes. There had to be a lawyer who could cut me free.
By the time I walked up to Denzol’s glass doors, my chest was tight but steady. I had taken one step closer to freedom.
When I arrived, there w
