Elena “Ye-s?” My voice trailed slowly, another weapon against my resolve as I listened to my own voice crack from fright.The usual fright. “Is your head still at the prison, Elena Lockwell?” Brandon bellowed, his gaze roaming over my face. “Want me to arrange another trip there, huh?!”I shook my head, terrified by the countless gazes piercing through me right now. “No-o,” I struggled to get the word out of my throat. Fuck!My shoulders stiffened.I thought I had overcome the fear, the anxiety, and the nervousness of standing head to head with this cruel tormentor of mine. But why can't I seem to get any stronger against this jerk?I clenched my jaw, swallowing the hard lump in my throat. I had long thought about this. I had long exercised my mind, body, and voice for wherever this day would come. And goddess, look how my voice is trembling— dismantling all the resolve I had long held up high in my head. “For goddess sake, I called you four fucking times, Elena.” his jaw tighte
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