Hell with Roman

o

a trembling on the bed. Her breath came in sharp gasps, her chest risin

mist

upid m

the ice between them. That the memory of what he once loved would remind

burned where his fingers had dug into her skin. But

d the moment he ste

is voice ringing in he

d you to

ng. "I remembered how much you loved your birthday part

r got to

ying. She had screamed, flinching, her arms instinctively wrapping aro

h

hate his bi

rd to this day with so much excitemen

en he

't have a

e lower this time, b

of his anger. He never hated his birthd

is si

si

her since she ar

e wa

man grabbed her, yanking her forward

hers, his breath hot against

entment, eyes dark and piercing. "How could you do this to me? I loved you. I loved you m

arted, but no

ice almost cruelly soft now. "I want to see you cry. I w

eath h

ging me for help. That is how helpless I want you to be. That's how unhappy I wish

denly as he grabb

onto the bed, he

rd, storming out of the room an

e was gone,

sobbing, her body shaking w

ad she

turn the boy who once