Chapter 74 The Trap Was His Bed
- "Michael Thorn," she whispered, her voice broken. "I give up today. I let go. I don't want the protection, and I don't want you. Just let me go back to my life. Let me be."
- Michael's jaw set. The thought of her leaving, of her truly giving up, felt like a void opening in his own chest.
- "I don't allow it," he growled, his voice thick with a possessive hunger. "You don't get to decide when this ends."