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And Roman, as in…

Tears stung my eyes as my heart froze in fear.

That…

That wasn’t possible.

I closed the messaging app and pulled up the photo app.

There were very few in there.

Seven pictures by my count.

All of me.

In my bed.

When he hadn’t been there.

There were cameras in my bedroom, put in there by Roman Stone.

The man I sent to prison for two years.

And now he is in my life.

And I had fallen in love with him.

I covered my mouth when a small sob tried to escape, and very slowly, I pushed his arms away from me, my skin crawling where he had touched me.

I looked around the room in the dark, trying to get my eyes to adjust through the tears.

I grabbed my phone.

Who would I call?

The police?

My dad?

Tell him how stupid I had been to fall in love with a man who wanted to destroy me.

Hurt me?

And earlier, I had thought he would never physically harm me.

How fucking wrong was I?

A part of me wished he had just hurt me and moved on.

It would have hurt a lot less than this betrayal. I wiped my tears away with my forearm, and just as I was about to open the door to his room, a shiver ran through me.

The hairs on the back of my neck stood up, and I knew before turning around that I was too late.

Too fucking late.

“Baby,” he said softly. I sucked in a stuttered breath. “Where are you going?”

Something pierced my neck, and I turned around and looked at him with wide eyes.

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