Chapter 48

• “Alexander, please. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to. It was a reflex. I’m just—the Greys fucked me up. They tormented me and killed my friend. I hate thinking that you arranged for them to have sex with me. I know you’re not that horrible kind of a man. I know you wouldn’t put us with a coven if you knew they’d hurt us. Right?” I sniffle, my eyes blurring, my mouth speaking softly, hoping he buys my act. I know better than to argue with him and his fucked up reasoning. Instead, I need to appeal to his need to pretend to care about me.
• I’m still in shock over him cutting my hair, but it’s the only thing I can lose. I should be thankful it wasn’t my hand. It still hurts me on a deep level.
• Releasing a rasping breath, he sets me on my feet and clutches my hands. My ankle throbs, but not as bad as my ass, and I try my best to keep my shit together when all I want to do is cry. I knew it was too good to be true, thinking that the Bella Crew could possibly protect me. I don’t even think anyone has access to this section of the hotel besides Alexander.