Chapter 59

• EVELYN
• His voice was low, edged with warning. “I’m going to deal with you,” he murmured, his breath fanning against my ear. “Make you cry, make you beg, and still have you enjoying every second of it.”
• The words sent a violent cold through me. My mind screamed at me to be wary, to resist, but my body had other ideas. Anticipation curled in my stomach and my mind raced faster than a bike, twisting itself around my resolve like vines tightening around a crumbling wall.