His Obsession, Her Second Life

mansion's basement. Declan had it built after his accident, a place where he could

ick with the after-effects of c

nd. The room was dark, the only light coming from a small lamp tha

p, finally pierced

this?" I asked, m

w from the bottle, then set it on the table

g the frown lines on my forehead. His touch was fe

able. "She was so agitated, I was afraid she' d have a breakdown.

words slowly dawning on me. He was goi

betrayal hit me. Tears of rage

d, the words choked with tears

gestured to the two burly bodyguards sta

et. "I have to show her that you understand her importance. It' s

sed," I sobbed. "After everything, you

s, his desperate vows to protect me.

hey, Declan?" I spat, the words drippin

ling the cold, petulant monster underneath. He kicked

th, visibly fighting for control. "It' s not a big deal. Just a litt

bodyguards. The

ng with pure animal terror. One of the men held my

or bottle was shov

body convulsing as the cheap, fiery whiskey burned its way down my

t breathe, couldn't scream. My vision blurred. Thro

his face a mask of anguish. But he didn' t move. H

tortured the woman

I was clean, dressed in a soft silk nightgown.

pain shot through my

on the edge of the bed, a

up a spoonful. "The doctor said your stomach lining is

y, his expression full of tender concern. It was th

d my he

owl crashed against the nightstand

ntrum, Emily!" he y

ng compared to the pain in my he

ght in the eye, my

"If Christie had been the one tied to that c

te. "Of course not!

am I?" I

ce cracking. He was trying to use his TBI as a sh

voice cold and clear. "You' re just to

then purple with rage

leaving. Maybe some time alone will h

door so hard the walls shook. I knew wher