How many others will come, Ivy? How many more will appear to kiss my wife goodbye?”

Crap-shit! No Midnight? She rolled her eyes. “No one else. I promise.”

Carson turned his blue gaze on her, cold and menacing. “Do you have any idea how it felt to see his hands on you—innocent or not? I wanted to fucking kill him.” He ran both his hands through his hair. “I still do.

Author: Beth Mikell

How many others will come, Ivy? How many more will appear to kiss my wife goodbye?”<br /><br />Crap-shit! No Midnight? She rolled her eyes. “No one else. I promise.”<br /><br />Carson turned his blue gaze on her, cold and menacing. “Do you have any idea how it felt to see his hands on you—innocent or not? I wanted to fucking kill him.” He ran both his hands through his hair. “I still do. - Beth Mikell

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