Never Again, Never You
As they wheeled me in, Nathan grabbed my hand, wouldn't let go.
His eyes shimmered.
Nathan—always cool, always calm—was shaking.
"I'll be right outside. You're safe," he said.
And somehow, I believed him.
Even though the way we met was straight out of a trashy drama.
One night, I accidentally drank something laced.
A group of men dragged me toward a hotel.
Half out of it, I managed to escape into an elevator.
But my body was burning, my throat dry.
The doors opened—
And there he was. Tall, quiet, standing in the light.
Nathan.