Chapter 35

• I cast a glance over my shoulder. Shame washes over me as I glimpse Bryce’s blood-soaked angry expression. He discards Paul’s limp body and runs after me. His long legs take one stride for every two of mine.
• “Leave me alone.” I’m not sure if I mean the words flying from my mouth because as much as I fear Bryce, a part of me is drawn to his brutality.
• His violence against Paul repels, disgusts, and scares me. But I can’t deny that my body reacts in a way it shouldn’t. Bryce’s determination to protect me at such a high cost to himself has my emotions soaring. And I hate myself for it. I hate that I’m intrigued and turned on by such violence. Perhaps all the years of abuse have broken me and twisted my mind into accepting wrongdoing as palatable.