tance, a surreal soundtrack to my second death. I lay perfectly still, listening to Chloe' s grunts as sh
h was shallow. I h
y as they went back to the party. I was alone in the blackness, trapped. A
y voice a dry croak. "P
would hear me over the music.
door opening again. A sliver of moonlight cut th
Look what we
iar. A cold dread washed ov
smell of stale beer, sweat, and motor oil filled the small space. He loomed over me, a grin splitting h
ole," he chuckled. "Good
ingers digging into my bruised skin. H
runted, his breath hot and foul. "Said you w
wasn' t the broken woman f
in pain and surprise, his grip loosening for a second. It was all I needed. I scra
up, my muscles screaming in protest. He grabbed my ankle, his thick fingers lik
ran, my torn dress flapping around my legs, my breath coming in r
ddle of a crowd of guests. They all stopped and stared. My dress was
a word, Caleb and
a trembling finger at me. She looked horrif
ighteous fury. He grabbed me
" he roared. "W
uns off on the night before our wedding and comes back li
ike a curse. Gasps rip
neaking out to meet him! I tried to stop her, but she wouldn' t listen!
o tell them the tru
other of the boy Chloe was originally supposed to marry, p
e face. "You try to ruin my family' s arrangement, and now you try to ruin
owd murmured in agreement, their faces a blur of judgment and co
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