Peniel
His gaze pinned me, his smile infuriatingly calm as he spoke. “You look troubled and hurt, young lady. Do you need something before I proceed?”
My voice shot out before I could stop it. “No.” I could hear the sharp edge to my words. “Why would I…”
He only smiled wider, almost amused. “It seems you’re one of those women who they’ll try to use—and then deny ever using.” His words struck like an open wound, and I felt my hands clench, the tension crawling up my spine.
“You don’t know me,” I snapped, scoffing to cover the anger simmering beneath my skin.
Who did he think he was, saying something like that?
He took a breath, as if gearing up to deliver a lecture. “Very well, then. Let me tell you this. One of the reasons they separated was because of their cursed love, a love that
