SWEET BLOOD
If James’s tale was real, he was as imprisoned by those chains as certainly as she had once been imprisoned by her body’s feebleness.
Her sympathy grew, spread... While he was kept in a cell, Grace had been bound to a hospital bed, her bones broken, her muscles torn, her mind hazed by drugs, all because a drunk driver had slammed into her car. And while she had been—was—tormented by the loss of her grandmother, her best friend. James was tormented by a vicious woman’s unwanted touch. She felt a surge of shame, a crackle of resentment.
I need you. The voice echoed.
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