Chapter 369
- The video was shot in a hotel—their usual rendezvous spot. There was no blur, no mosaic. Every inch of the two figures was crystal clear.
- Blood rushed backward in her veins. Melanie felt ice pierce straight into her bloodstream. She clamped her hands over her ears, dropped into a squat, and screamed hoarsely, desperate to shut out those filthy sounds.
- “It’s not me—that’s not me!”