Priceless

by Miranda Silver

Patrick blinked, surprise flashing in his eyes. “And you’re a weak, insignificant little prick.” His voice was so cold, I hugged my arms across my chest. “Leave her alone.”

Emerging from behind me, Patrick streaked past in a blur, shoving the door open. He gripped Dexter by the shoulders and slammed him against the living room wall.

“I love you.” His rough voice pulled an involuntary sound from me. “You're mine, Christina. You always have been, from the first time I touched you.” “Before that,” I breathed. “From the first time I saw you. I couldn’t forget you.”