“You always hated being afraid of me,” I said.
“I am not afraid of you.”
“You should be.”
His eyes flashed. “Threatening me now? That is bold, considering what I know.”
“What you know could ruin you too.”
“Maybe.” He gave a small shrug. “But I have less to lose than you.”
I laughed once. “You have everything to lose. You just sold too much of yourself to notice.”
His face tightened.
There.
The truth always found a nerve.
Marcus moved toward the sedan, then stopped beside the rear door without opening it. “You think you are protecting her.”
“I am keeping you away from her.”
“She was mine before any of this.”
The sentence hit the air and made something old and ugly move in me.
“Was,” I said.
His eyes narrowed.
“She was never yours,” I continued. “She loved you. That is not ow
