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Taylor’s heart sank. Tears poured down her face. She wanted to yell at him, to beg him to save her, to fight, but it was pointless. He wasn’t going to protect her. He was never there to do it before, and she had no reason to think he would be in her death. She was going to suffer and die at the hands of a man who thought she should belong to him. A man who’d been plotting revenge on her partly because of her father.
She stared at him as the door opened and closed behind him.
“Alone at last,” Jonah said with a smile that made her skin crawl. “I’ve been wondering what your skin would taste like since the day we met. Do you remember that day?”
“No.”
“It was the best day of my life. My grandfather brought me to your apartment. You were so pretty with your pigtails and skinned knees. I
