Chapter 171 Make Peace, Don’t Make War

• Ruth Jeane dressed herself piece by piece, humiliation burning under her skin. She walked out the same way she’d walked in, step by slow step. At the bathroom door, the shower still thundered inside.
• If she could, she’d have let her furious gaze slice through the door and end Yves Larson right there, the demon in the shower—better than letting him threaten her and refuse to back off.
• Too bad she couldn’t.