If I had been stronger, better, smarter, I could have stopped it. That’s what sex—love—gets you. Pain. It makes you stupid. Weak. I can’t get over Aiden. I have nightmares of him coming to me in my cottage, carrying a knife and chopping me into little pieces right after Dakota and Duke. It’s like he’s still holding that knife in my chest, but no one can see him or hear him but me.
