“Don’t,” he warned but I was like a rock tumbling down a hill.
“No,” I shot back. “You don’t get to stop me now, At least the Bishop had the decency to pretend I had a say in whether I joined him or not.”
“Pretence” Ethan said and the disbelief cutting through his tone was icy cold. “You think that pretending to give you a choice is more important than actually keeping you safe?”
“I think it was more than you gave me when you barged into my husband’s house and forced me to leave with you.”
Ethan looked at me like I had slapped him.
I knew somewhere in the haze of my anger, I had said something wrong. But right now, I was too pissed to find what it was and take it back.
Ethan’s eyes narrowed. “The Bishop will strip you of everything you are and call it the goddess’ will. By the time
