Michelle
Pain bloomed across my cheek. I cried out, but it was cut off when he wrapped his hands around my throat. I struggled, trying to push at his chest, tear at his hands.
Owen stared down at me, his sneer venomous. “You belong to me,” he said. "And you will remain my wife until I decide you are no longer useful. You will die my wife. Don't force me to make that sooner than I mean for it to be."
He tightened his grip and I gasped for air. Tears streaming down my face. A wicked, vicious light filled his eyes.
“Now give it to me. If you don't have it, you’ll be a rogue before noon.” He smirked. "And dead before dinner."
My hands trembled as I slowly lifted them, presenting the delicate strands of hair. Owen’s grip loosened as he plucked them from my hand, his expression shifting f
