Chapter 25

• I studied Damien's face. The arrogant tilt of his chin and the certainty in his eyes. He genuinely believed I would fold. That I'd cry and beg and follow him home like a kicked puppy. Two years of marriage, and he still didn't know me at all.
• Or maybe he did. Maybe I'd trained him to expect this. All those times I'd swallowed my pride, apologized for things that weren't my fault, let him win just to keep the peace. No wonder he thought I was spineless.
• "Okay," I said quietly.