Tessa
“Go away,” I choke out, my voice breaking.
“Tessa… open the door. I can explain.”
Explain? What explanation could possibly justify putting me in such a position?
He knocks again.
I scrub at my face angrily, wiping away tears with the heel of my palm. I push myself off the bed and walk to the door, unlocking it and dragging it open.
He steps inside and closes the door behind him, his expressions softening.
“Be quick with your explanation,” I say, folding my arms around myself. “And then let me be.”
“My brother would never let you go,” he says calmly. “And your father would never return the money. There is no need stressing this out..not when we’ve found a way to keep you alive.” he tries to hold me but I drag my feet backwards.
“Yeah,” I mutter, heading back to the bed. “As f
