His Savior Was Never My Sister
He was here to burn my world down if he couldn’t have it.
“What do you want?” The question left my lips, cold and flat.
His eyes snapped to mine, hungry. “You. One week. Alone. You come with me now, without argument, and I disarm the charges remotely once we’re clear. You get in my car, and everyone here gets to live to see their pointless, happy tomorrow.”
“Victoria, no,” Caleb whispered, his voice thick.