“Look at me.” My voice is flat. Hissing a pained breath, Natalie tilts her head up to meet my gaze, her face battered and swollen. “Leave.” I flex my fingers, feeling the ache in my knuckles and the pain that travels all the way up my arm. “Go to whatever city you like. Fuck whatever men you like, and let them buy you whatever the fuck they think you’re worth. But if you ever come back to Halston, I’ll kill you.”
