Chapter 7

Chapter 7 When the black Bentley car pulled up, her heart jumped and sank at the same time. Damien stepped out. He looked exactly the same as three years ago—tall and confident. But his eyes were different now. Colder. “Celeste.” He said her name like it was a question he wasn’t sure he wanted answered. She walked toward him slowly. Her back still hurts from the whipping. Everything hurt, actually. “You came.” Her voice sounded small, even to her own ears. His eyes moved to her bag....