“I’d make them hurt for you. Over and over, until you were satisfied and they would never doubt you again, even in hell.” My stomach twists hard, and I swear I almost go to my knees on my floor. But he holds me up, and I grab onto his elbows to steady myself. “I’d make them burn just for you. Until they knew that you’d never lied, and they were so wrong for doubting you.”
