Clearly confused by his impossible demonstration of her ability, Sugar's ruby eyes became painfully fixated on the serene, devastating sight before her—his sharp, chiseled jawline, his flawless skin, those black eyes dark enough to absorb all light, and his raven hair fluttering in the wind.
For a heavy, suffocating moment, everything was silent. Looking at the beautiful face of the man who had violently broken her in another life, Sugar bit down hard on her plump lower lip. She turned away towards those approaching villains, her chest heaving as she felt a toxic, agonizing mix of raw betrayal and lingering, pathetic love in her heart for him.
But that twisted love was not something she desired anymore, nor did she want bloody revenge.
Life had given her another chance, and this time, she swore she would not love him or even let him drag her back into his bed.
