“Broken men break women, Sloane.” I went still. “Lucian,” I whispered. “My father broke my mother to the point that even years later, she’s still a victim,” he continued. “She might never be whole or healthy because of him. I didn’t want to chance that with you. I didn’t want you anywhere near me where men like my father or Anthony Hugo could hurt you to hurt me.” I gripped his forearms, unsure of what to say. I felt dizzy and off-kilter, as if his words were enough to shake the very foundations I’d built my life on. “I can still hear the snap of your bones in my head,” he confessed. “I wasn’t
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This was beautiful and healing. The author must have trauma background or studies a lot of psychology.
