Chapter 69
- Roxanne Meyers
- That chaotic mix of emotions was destroying my sanity. The image of Salvatore walking with Hope in his arms, showering her with fatherly affection, was a condemnation.
- I walked beside him with feigned indifference; if I looked into his eyes, I’d break like a pathetic coward. As we got into the car, I glanced around and noticed at least five dark vehicles escorting us, undoubtedly filled with armed men.