Chapter 37

I should be thankful I’m still alive.

That Vance Davenport—my devil of a husband—still cares enough to keep me breathing.

Funny, isn’t it?

How mercy from a man like him feels worse than death.

How can my brother be so stupidly loyal?

Mateo thinks he’s saving me… when all he’s doing is feeding me right back to the wolf.

The moment the call cuts off, I stare at the phone like it’s a piece of my own