Even as my heart broke over the loss of trust and the betrayal of our past, a deeper despair began to take root. I had already lost so much, and now it seemed that the truth behind my parents’ mysterious death—a death that left behind a massive company and a legacy tainted by whispers implicating James—would forever remain buried in lies and deceit.
A few weeks later, I managed to vanish into a safe house far from prying eyes. I had barely begun to settle into my new hiding place when, on the day of my planned escape, I was startled by a presence. I barely had time to react before I saw Damon emerge from the shadows, a cold determination in his eyes and a gun pointed directly at me. I froze, every instinct screaming to run.
“Did Kate send you to kill me?” I managed to ask, my voice barely a whisper.
DANG! Damon’s expression softened, and he slowly shook his head. “No, Zoey, I’m not here to kill you. I’m here because I can’t live with what I did. I needed to stop you from running away—to convince you to join me in getting even with those who’ve wronged you.”