The ride home is quieter than usual. My arms wrapped around Locke's waist as they always are, my cheek resting lightly against the leather of his cut.
Usually, riding on the motorcycle with him settles my mind. Tonight, it only seems to give my thoughts more room to wander, and every mile we cover brings another realization I wish I'd never had:
It wasn't enough for Knox to use just me. He used my whole family.
By the time we reach Locke's building and ride the elevator to the penthouse, the knot in my chest has become almost unbearable.
"I should've known," I whisper.
I hear Locke set the keys on the counter behind me. A moment later, his arms slide gently around my waist. "No, baby."
"It was bad enough when I thought he'd destroyed my name. I could live with that, though.” My voic
