“What happened to that bastard?” Striker asked, his voice hard. “I wanted to kill him for what he did, but he wasn"t at the compound.”
“Armstrong killed him. He"d been assuring me I wouldn"t be harmed and I told him what Sebastian did. Armstrong called him into the room and ripped his throat out,” I explained. “I didn"t understand at the time, but it was because of what he wanted from me. He didn"t want me – touched in that way, because of what he was planning.”
There was silence for a few seconds and Lucas released his grip on my hand, pulling me into his arms for a reassuring hug. “You were very brave, Charlotte. Amazingly resilient. Conal told us you refused to give Armstrong what he wanted, no matter what he did to you.”
“I didn"t understand initially, what he had planned to do. It
