FORBIDDEN PASSION: Sold to My Uncle, Loved by His Son
“And I regret it to this day! I hate being that friend, the one who paints her friend badly,“ Eloise says breathlessly.
She screams in pain. “Don’t,” I interrupted. “Did you think I would forget? Not only did you lie to me back then, but you are lying to me now. Old habits die hard, I guess!
I got up on my feet and turned to Scar, who leaned against the wall, arms folded across his broad chest. His face was a mess of scars; just like his name implied, he looked deadly and ready to deal with her.
“Scar?”
“Yes, ma'am!”