Chapter 337

  His grip loosens enough for the color of the pale skin in her fingers to start warming again. He’s responding to me even full of rage and I calm a little, knowing he’s still in there and still responsive to me. He hasn’t succumbed to some red veil of rage and blanking me out at least. Marissa looks ashen faced and scared.

  I don’t blame her; this isn’t my Jake. This is a man with the potential of someone like Ray Vanquis, someone with enough strength and aggression to make a woman submit to the truth by any means. Someone who could beat a woman to the floor without a second thought if he wanted to.

  The tears start pouring down my face, willing me anywhere but here so I don’t have to witness what he thinks is necessary. I couldn’t forgive him if he does this. I don’t want to see this, so many memories brimming to the surface of my brain and wounding me.