Bram lunged so fast, I barely had time to react. I spun, racing in the only direction I could go—the hallway. And the stupid slave knew her part. She ran right into the bedroom. She knew what she wanted. She knew where she felt the safest. Stupid, weak, dependent bitch made it too easy. Bram would keep her safe. He’d hurt her, but he’d never kill her. She believed that. Me, I didn’t trust anyone anymore. Even if there was passion today, it would fade. When it did, his true colors would show.
