'Has she ever considered my feelings?'
'Never!'
'Not even for a second!'
He knew, of course, that she hadn't. That was why he had to resort to this method, one that even disgusted himself, just to keep her by his side.
'Annabelle Linton, if I could see even a glimmer of a chance in your eyes, I wouldn't deign to use such a method to make you stay for even a second.'
'What should I do?'
'What can I do to make you change your mind and come back to me?'
'Let you go?'
'No!'
'Even if I'm battered and bruised, I can't give you up! I just can't!'
"BANG!"
The sound of a gunshot startled them both.
Annabelle Linton looked over. Leona Grant was standing in the doorway, pointing a pitch-black gun at Aaron Wyatt.
A surge of panic shot through her, and she immediately threw herself in front of Aaron Wyatt, staring at Leona Grant in alarm. "What are you doing?!"
