Redeeming 6 (Boys of Tommen, #4)

by Chloe Walsh

Molloy played her ace card tonight, though, and in doing so had forced me to fold, with nothing but hearts on display for everyone around us to see.

In the darkness, with only the hue of the moon shining through my window to illuminate us, we lay side by side. My body cloaked in warmth, and his in coldness. Mirroring our lives.

When he put his hands on Molloy that night, he aimed an arrow right at my weak spot, and when she rejected me, when she compared me to him, that arrow had flown, striking me straight through the heel.