Chapter 569

• His grip loosens enough for the color of the pale skin in her fingers to start warming again. He’s responding to me even full of rage, and I calm down, knowing he’s still in there and responsive to me. He hasn’t succumbed to some red veil of rage and blanked me out. Marissa looks ashen-faced and scared.
• I don’t blame her; this isn’t my Jake. This is a man with the potential of someone like Ray Vanquis, with enough strength and aggression to make a woman submit to the truth by any means. Someone who could beat a woman to the floor without a second thought if he wanted to.
• The tears start pouring down my face, willing me anywhere but here, so I don’t have to witness what he thinks is necessary. I couldn’t forgive him if he did this. I don’t want to see this, so many memories brimming to the surface of my brain and wounding me.