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To those who can’t keep a secret to save their lives & those who love them anyway
Knox would like me to inform you that he has done absolutely nothing wrong, he’s the innocent party, anything said or done against him is pure conjecture, and he’ll plead the fifth if necessary.
But the boy who’d pushed me in the mud… well, I suppose we were on a collision course from the moment we moved into the house beside his. That was the beginning of the end. I thought getting sick was hitting rock bottom, but I had no idea how hard I would eventually land.
Betrayal cuts deep, and the wound she created hasn’t stopped burning since the day I left home for good.
I’ve always had a thing for the bad boy. How could I not? I was practically guaranteed to fall for the wrong guy—I’ve got a defective heart, after all. It’s only fair to assume it would lead me astray in love when it can’t even beat properly.
“No, sunshine. Knowing you’re chained to me is the sweetest joy I know.”
“You can play vicariously through me, Sunny. Every time I’m on the ice, I’m skating for you.”
I married her, I get to keep her. I called dibs. That’s basically what marriage is, after all.
“Not so lucky when even the sun reminds me of you,” he replies under his breath.
“I’ll save you and condemn you,” he replies. His tongue flicks out, licking the sensitive spot just behind my earlobe. “I promise you that, sunshine. You’re going to know true darkness when I’m done with you. But you’ll be safe from all the demons in the world. Except me.”
“You walked into Blood and Cherry and told my whole team that you were Mrs. Knox Whiteshaw.”
“Dear wife,” I continue, tracing the back of her shirt collar. “You made a mistake when you told everyone that you’re married to me. Because now I’m going to claim it, too.”
There’s a tracker in her tooth. Our local dentist back home required a little persuasion, and a lot of money, but in the end he did it. So while she was home, and then later at hotels and coffee shops and the library, I watched her movements on my phone. Obsessed doesn’t cover it. I feel sick, inside and out.
Her nose wrinkles. Have I ever thought noses were cute? Not ’til Aurora fucking McGovern. No. Aurora fucking Whiteshaw. I’m just captivated by everything about her like I’m seventeen again.
“Why are you crying, Sunny?” Because you went off and had a whole life between us. Because you think I betrayed you. Because there’s only one way you’ll believe me, and I don’t know if I can do that.
“I would do anything for you,” he manages. “And this is just the tip of the iceberg, Sunny. You and I could be endgame, but—” But I have to survive to the end to be endgame.
Not when I want to stay married. I do want to stay married, right? But like… not just to torture her. Because I think I might actually be falling for her. Again.
“If she dies… can you kill me, too?” My voice is hoarse, broken. I mean it with every fiber of my being. If she’s lying dead in the morgue, I want to be right next to her.
I mean, there’s a time and place for boundless energy. My cheeks heat. And, unfortunately, the heart monitor’s beeping speeds up. He eyes me. “Are you thinking dirty thoughts?” “What?” I squeak. “Why would you ask that?” The freaking beeping goes faster. He stretches out. “You dirty girl. I’ll get you off between rounds tonight.”
