Under Your Scars (Under Your Scars, #1)

by Ariel N. Anderson

“I have a confession,” I whisper. His blue eyes fixate on me, his attention completely undivided. “I miss you. I don’t mean in the way that people miss someone they love when they’re apart. I miss you because I want to go back to that time when we were just two people falling in love. I miss when you were just Christian to me.” “We can go back. We can be just two people in love.” I shake my head. “No Christian, I don’t think we can. You’re a full package. I can’t love you without loving the Silencer. You’d think that would be an easy choice. When I was going to the police station to turn you in, I felt like I would have been doing the city a favor, but at the same time, it felt like I was betraying you. Does that make sense, in the most illogical way possible?” Christian scoffs and smirks. “That, my angel, is called Stockholm Syndrome.” I stare at him in disbelief. “I’m not a kidnapping victim.” I huff. “Well, I am, but you didn’t kidnap me.” “Sometimes people develop feelings for their captors because it’s easier than fighting them.” “But you’re not my captor,” I say, and then my eyes widen with realization. He is my captor. I just never saw the chains because they were covered in diamonds.