Ashton
“This is t-treason…”
Amanda’s voice is trembling, her eyes wide with shock as she stares at me like I’ve just suggested marching into a den of rogues and offering ourselves up on a silver platter. Hell, maybe that would’ve been easier than this twisted, f****d-up mess.
“Sweetheart, you need to stop being so f*****g naive.” I lean forward, letting her see the darkness simmering in my gaze. “What I just told you isn’t treason. It’s survival. It’s keeping you safe.”
She gulps, shifting on the couch, looking like she wants to curl up into herself and disappear. Damn it, it makes my blood boil seeing her like this—small and scared. Weak. Luther did this to her. He made her feel this way, and I’m about to tear his damn throat out for it.
“Safe?” she whispers, hugging her knees to her
