Page 83 of Ruthless Savage

“Thanks, love. You really didn’t have to do that.” His warm breaths coast across my lips, and I don’t even know if I’m capable of walking any longer. “Call me when you get back to your room or I’ll worry.”

“Mm-hmm.”

His arm falls to his side, and he gets off the chair to walk me to the door, his body close behind, the heat of it radiating in waves.

He reaches around me for the door handle, but makes no attempt to open it. Every inch of me wants to fight to remain right here, but I know I have to go.

“I’ll see you later,” I tell him, and with a deep sigh, he lets me out.

Once he sees Rogue again, he growls right under his breath.

I stifle a laugh as he watches us all the way until we disappear out of sight.

And I swear I hear him mutter a curse as he shuts the door with a bang echoing through the hall.

Arriving back at my dorm, I head inside the building while Rogue stands in front of it.

I have nothing to do today except some homework that I’m behind on. Might as well do it now. I’m sure Karen will want to hang out later.

Entering my code, I strut inside.

And as soon as I do, all the air leaves my lungs. I back into the door, my heart beating right out of my chest.

“Wha-what are you…?”

“What am I doing here?” Mason rises from my bed, a menacing sneer on his face. “I came to see my fiancée, and she wasn’t home, so I let myself in.”

“How?” I whisper.

“I have ways.”

In his hand is a large manila envelope. I’m afraid of asking what’s inside.

“We need to talk.”

“About wh-what?” I try to move past him, but he cages me in, and the terrifying look on his face has me trembling.

He catches my wrist harshly, pinching my skin as he drags me to the bed and throws me onto it. I remain seated, gasping and heaving as he towers over me, his glare cutting into me like glass. He rips open the envelope and throws photos at me.

“Look at them!”

With a jittery hand, I snatch one and gulp, sweat coating my brow. I pick up another photo and find more of the same.

Me with Karen and Adam. All of us in masks. Heading inside the club.

Another photo is of Karen and me in her car.

“You had me followed?”

He bends and grabs my jaw. “Of course I did. I knew I couldn’t trust you to do your part. Instead, my man found these!” He glances at the photos in disgust. “Where were you going dressed like a whore?!” His hand whips out, and he slaps me across the face.

I wince, holding my cheek while it burns. Tears swim in my eyes.

“I—I was just going to a masquerade party. I—I didn’t do anything.” I sniffle, fearing the look on his face, wishing Devlin was here.

Oh, God. What is he going to do to me?

“Liar!” He yanks me by my hair and forces me to my feet. “I need this marriage, you bitch! Do you hear me?!” He locks my strands in his vengeful fist. “You’re ruining everything!”

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