“Well, that’s your opinion. I believe in the mate bond. And I believe she’ll submit to it.”
“Sure, the same mate bond that is clear as day she’s fighting and, from the looks of it, winning,” Micah growls in annoyance.
Their argument was starting to get on my nerves. I needed to think. I needed to come up with ways to deal with this whole shitstorm. I needed solutions, not theories.
“Would the two of you just shut up?” I growl, massaging my temples. “You are giving me a headache.”
They both turn to look at me, but otherwise shut their mouths. I lean back against the chair and just close my eyes.
Everything I did to Sadie three years ago plays on my mind like a broken record. Every punch, every insult, every slap, every whip, and every knife cut. EVERYTHING.
Her pleas for mercy ring in
