I stalked into the house, a possessiveness filling me that wouldn’t quit. Losing her wasn’t optional. I wouldn’t sleep until I found her. She’d walked back into my life and hell if I was going to let her run from me again. She might have hated me, but I didn’t give a fuck. I’d figure that out just as soon as I got her back. I couldn’t think beyond that. I just needed Rogue Easton in my home, in my life. She had to stay here or I’d fucking break. And I will not break for her again.
