Chapter 29 Fake

• I fling myself onto the bed, burying my face in the satin covers. There is one thing I am certain of. I will not marry Cole.
• For hours I stare at the gray ceiling while the storm batters against the windows.
• Within the last few months, I have been hunted, attacked and kidnapped. Not to mention having my wrist slit and left to bleed. Chris never did explain what that was about. Just another question to add to the ever-growing list; nothing makes sense anymore. My whole life has become a series of questions waiting for an answer.