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Chapters (66)
  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. Keep Reading
  4. One
  5. Two
  6. Three
  7. Four
  8. Five
  9. Six
  10. Seven
  11. Eight
  12. Nine
  13. Ten
  14. Eleven
  15. Twelve
  16. Thirteen
  17. Fourteen
  18. Fifteen
  19. Sixteen
  20. Seventeen
  21. Eighteen
  22. Nineteen
  23. Twenty
  24. Twenty-One
  25. Twenty-Two
  26. Twenty-Three
  27. Twenty-Four
  28. Twenty-Five
  29. Twenty-Six
  30. Twenty-Seven
  31. Twenty-Eight
  32. Twenty-Nine
  33. Thirty
  34. Thirty-One
  35. Thirty-Two
  36. Thirty-Three
  37. Thirty-Four
  38. Thirty-Five
  39. Thirty-Six
  40. Thirty-Seven
  41. Thirty-Eight
  42. Thirty-Nine
  43. Forty
  44. Forty-One
  45. Forty-Two
  46. Forty-Three
  47. Forty-Four
  48. Forty-Five
  49. Forty-Six
  50. Forty-Seven
  51. Forty-Eight
  52. Forty-Nine
  53. Fifty
  54. Fifty-One
  55. Fifty-Two
  56. Fifty-Three
  57. Fifty-Four
  58. Fifty-Five
  59. Fifty-Six
  60. Fifty-Seven
  61. Fifty-Eight
  62. Fifty-Nine
  63. Sneak Peek
  64. Find Me
  65. Books by Mary Catherine Gebhard
  66. Acknowledgments

I lowered the sheet a few inches, exposing my eyes but covering my nose. I needed to see the crash, needed to see for certain the moment my heart cracked in two.

He ripped down her panties, then prowled over her, thrusting his fingers inside her.

I wished for numbness, but my wish wasn’t granted. I was an exposed nerve forced to feel everything.

“Do you like that, little nun?” Grayson groaned.

“Nun?” Lottie’s delirious voice questioned. He never answered her, but by the way she gasped, he did something to make her stop questioning.

Hot tears streamed down my cheeks, but I made sure to stay quiet.

Grayson’s eyes opened, locking with mine as he kissed her neck and made her moan against the wall where he’d just done the same to me.

While I was behind her.

Then he closed his eyes.

She cried out, hitting her peak while I could still feel his lips, my breast throbbing from his kisses. Bruises would sprout.

I can’t breathe.

I can’t breathe.

Is this what a panic attack feels like?

I didn’t even realize she’d righted herself. That they were ready to go, until Grayson spoke.

“Come on, Lottie.”

He shut the door once again, leaving me in the black.

Thirty-Seven

GRAY

Lottie hadn’t stopped grinning since the linen closet, and I felt like fucking slime. This was it. I was finally the Grayson Crowne everyone had always said I was, a callous playboy. The engagement party was over. Only a few shit-blasted men in wrinkled tuxes remained with their poor dates trying to keep them upright, and I ran my hands through my hair for probably the hundredth time. A few hours before, my sister had wandered into the ballroom in a ripped gown and running makeup.

And with that, the party had ended.

There was still no sign of Snitch. She should’ve come out by now. Was she seriously still sitting in there?

Her teary eyes slammed into me like a bullet.

Fuck.

“You could come spend the night at my place,” Lottie said, dragging my attention back. “It’s always empty. You know how it is.”

I did. We were raised without parents, but with more responsibility than anyone.

I smiled softly. “Maybe another time.”

Lottie’s smile wavered but didn’t fall. “I understand.”

Fucking. Slime.

I walked Lottie out to the curving driveway, where her driver was waiting and opened the door for her. She hesitated a moment before getting in, looking left and right like she was trying to work up the courage for something. She kissed me swiftly on the cheek, then hopped into the car, slamming the door shut.

I stared after the sleek black town car, bile rising in my gut.

On my way back to my wing I thought of what I would say to Story. I don’t know if I’ve ever apologized in my life.