I never “fit in” with the norm. I was always different. I never knew why that was until I met Saint. I am far stronger than I believed myself to be, and going back to reality scares me more than living this wicked life.
Just who have I become?
“Leave.” One simple word encompasses so much because it’s a warning. Saint has given Alek one chance to leave this barn unscathed.
Alek sighs heavily and goes to turn, but not before he signs his own death warrant. “Suit yourself, friend, but it seems she’s made a fool of us both. She’s brought two powerful men to their knees, but at least you got something for all the trouble she’s put us through.”
I don’t even have time to open my mouth, amped on telling Alek to go to hell, because Saint beats me to the punch—literally. Without hesitation, Sain
