Sydney's POV
I hadn't seen Dylan for two freaking weeks. Two weeks of blessed silence and freedom from his sickening touch and mind games. But I knew the reprieve wouldn't last.
That day, after the dumb test with the unloaded gun, he showered and then we had breakfast together. An awkward, tension-filled meal where I struggled to keep up the facade of a lovestruck woman while hiding my revulsion. When we finished, he brought me to an impressive mansion on the outskirts of the city.
He said just a sentence, a sentence that had me twitching my lips into a weird smile to stop myself from scoffing, "You are now my woman, this place will be your home from now on."
On the surface, this would have been ideal, as I never wanted him around in the first place. But I needed him close to
