Caution when reading this chapter.
The chapter contains signs of abuse.
The sinister grin she had come to loathe more than anything twisted across his face like a scar carved into flesh. Jamie's breath hitched, her entire body locking up as if she had been doused in ice water.
No.
No, this can't be happening.
Her feet felt like they were glued to the floor, her mind stumbling over itself as it tried to comprehend the sheer audacity—the evil—standing in her doorway.
Sam.
The man who had once held her heart in his hands and crushed it without flinching.
He was here.
In her home.
And she didn't know how to make sense of it.
His eyes—black, soulless—swept over her like she was still his property. Like she had no right to deny him anything.
"You really thought you could run?" His vo
