Joan Harry shuddered slightly. She didn't know what Jesse Rowan meant by those words.
Jesse Rowan stared at her, his head aching intensely.
Before his eyes, fragments of broken memories began to surface once again—painful, icy, and piercing to his very core.
Those shards, like needles, slowly stabbed into his heart.
And then, his heart seemed to ignite all at once.
His icy hand was still inside her clothes when he suddenly lowered his head, crushing his lips against her bruised and purple ones.
His movements were violent, showing almost no restraint.
He pried her lips apart, seizing control of her breath.
At this moment, Joan Harry still showed no expression. Her senses had all but faded, leaving her with only one tangible feeling: pain.
Pain in her shoulders, pain in her jaw, and pain… in her heart.
Jesse Rowan kissed her mercilessly, applying all his strength.
