Avery knew she shouldn’t forgive him so easily for the emotional hell he’d put her through the entire week, but…she didn’t know if she could stay mad at him. She didn’t know if she even wanted to be mad at him. If it weren’t for him, who knew where she’d be right now? Brutal, unforgiving hands, rough skin, blood in her mouth… Don’t, Avery. Don’t even think about it.
