Chapter 559
- —Hunter
- I don’t let her go.
- Not after what just happened. Not after what I saw in her eyes when she came undone for me. I tuck her dress back into place, kiss her temple, and take her hand. My grip isn’t possessive—it’s grounding. For both of us. When I say, "Come with me," she hesitates. Her eyes dart toward the ballroom behind us, toward the lie of the life she’s been forced to endure. But then she nods.