"She's mine," I said, shutting a drawer. "No one takes what's mine."
“Hm,” was all he said at first. “Fine then. I'll stay back in case she returns.”
"I'd appreciate that.”
Minutes later, I was in another car, driving to the beach house, my hands clenching the steering wheel.
When everything blew over, I was going to torture and kill Aaren. And I planned to enjoy every moment of it.
Parking my car in an area covered by trees, I sat quietly and watched the house from afar, but for what felt like hours, I saw nothing strange.
Frustrated, I left the car and went to the club I'd been to the first I visited to find Aaren.
The bartender was the same man, and I mentally sent a prayer to Luna as I approached him.
If he recognized me, he didn't show it, and I took that opportunity to reques
