~Bethany~
Jayan growls and does the same thing that got me upset and mad at him several days ago. He reaches out to gently grip my chin and force me to look at him.
The contact makes my skin flush and my breath stagger.
“Is that what you’ve been so afraid of? You think we’ll hurt you? You are afraid of us f*****g killing you? That’s never going to happen, Bethany. Never. It doesn’t matter what terrible thing you swore to do or how much you try to make us hate you; none of us will hurt you. Do you hear me?”
I want so badly to believe him, but I’ve been disappointed, betrayed so much in the past that I now know pain too well, and I know it’s best delivered in pretty packages like the princes.
There are so many ways they could hurt me…and they would.
They will have to, once they know wh
