Series: Protect #4
is by Wall Street Journal, USA Today, and Amazon Bestseller Vivian Wood. She
writes dark romance as OLIVIA RYANN.
in the wreckage, ready to fight for Rue.
Only she is gone, stolen away by my archenemy.
I start to see red. No one touches my girl and expects to live.
The deck is stacked against us. Emotions are running high.
There is one thing that no one else realizes, though.
Rue is mine, and I will get her back if it is the last f*cking thing I do.
a relatively new emotion for me, filling my heart with a million sharp shards
of glass. It scratches me raw so easily, until my heart was torn and bleeding.
Feeling it for the first time, find myself inferior in a whole new way, I sob
into my pillows helplessly.
into the bedroom a while later on quiet feet. I am glad he didn’t see the fit
of tears that chased me out of the kitchen. Still, my eyes are red and puffy,
my nose still stuffed up. As he approaches the bed, I can’t help but wonder if
he compares me to her.
thought, dark and vicious, seems to gnaw at my soul.
sits down beside me, I release a long-suffering sigh. Looking up at him, I’m
embarrassed to even be having these emotions, yet incapable of feeling
differently. He pins me with that chartreuse gaze, those dark brows drawn low.
sorry,” he begins, surprising me. “I should have told you about Aurelia from
myself upright, sniffling. “I mean, I’m not your girlfriend. This isn’t a
relationship we are in, technically. You don’t owe me any explanations.”
looks a little surprised. “No? What would you call it, then?”
heats up, my cheeks growing as red as cherries. I hesitate. “I… I don’t know.
We never talked about it. It just sort of… happened. One time turned into two,
two times to four…”
hand on the comforter, picking at a loose thread. Dryas sighs and shifts closer
nothing to you, then?”
hand, pulling it against his torso. I glance up at him, my heart racing at his
course not,” I reply, my words soft.
lift in the gentlest smile. He’s devastatingly handsome in that moment, looking
down at me with his brilliant yellow-green eyes.“Good. You mean something to
across and drops the perfect kiss against my bee-stung lips, gentle but firm,
tender yet passionate. I open my mouth to him, my fingers clutching at the
sweatshirt covering his chest. God, how I love this man.
Journal, USA Today, and Amazon Top 20 Bestseller Vivian Wood. She loves poetic
phrases and bits of melodic memories. She adores dominant, hard men and soft,
fragile women with backbones made of steel. She wants to put them together as
often as possible, in unconventional ways.