It had been ages since Jake had felt this kind of passion. Exhausted, he soon rolled over and fell into a deep sleep.
Emma, however, couldn't sleep at all.
She lay there, staring at the man beside her, her hand slowly inching towards the pillow where she'd hidden a gun.
She'd stashed it there ever since she'd discovered Jake's intentions to kill her.
Emma lifted the gun and aimed it at Jake's head from behind.
With one squeeze of the trigger, she'd never have to see this disgusting man again.
She didn't want to kill him. This wasn't part of her plan. But tonight, she felt closer to the edge than ever before.
All the lies, the pretense, the constant performance had worn her down. Sera's probing questions had pushed her to the brink.
She felt utterly alone. No one cared about her, an
