After losing my memory, I divorced Don

my ruined dress, the wet fabri

our marriage vows wa

Caspian recklessly risk himself to save Elena stil

n-year-old me struggling to extin

y shoulder, his intangible a

o. Otherwise, I would have saved you first," he confessed, his

vel rise just below my

the divorce papers tomorrow. From now on, wh

st tightened, his fingers d

ivorces," he denied flatl

a lethal whisper that s

plashing water over the e

y voice trembling with suppressed rage. "You va

g advantage of his muffled grunt, I scrambled over the edge

bedroom, keeping the massive king

e bathroom, a puddle of w

eatures, twisting his handsome

ucking off his ruined suit jac

heavy brass lamp from the night

red the

g, his steps ste

and kicked him h

spian's eyes, but he swallowed hi

om my hands and throwing it across the r

e into submission with a kiss, his li

Sienna," he growled again

his chest, using all my stren

ely fractured, his last th

my body with his massive frame, intent on clai

ke of pain erupted from

lashed blin

eneath him, as if some lingering trauma from my

predator to protector, the fe

my face, his hands hovering over me a

? Look

ead, his gaze dart

hroat tight, un

e on the waterproof bandages. The struggle had dislodge

rimson blood, creating a stark, horrify

ms and, with trembling fi

deep, jagged cuts

r; the reality of what he was

e clinic's rep

ded to end my life, and that

ror and rage that shook the walls of t

ou permissi

y own expression cold, devoid of an

t me drown, so why do y