Chapitre 163: The Luckiest Girl

JAMES

I flew home in record time, my heart pounding, my fear ratcheting up with every step. By the time I reached our apartment, I could barely get my key in the door my hands were trembling so bad.

Once inside I threw the deadbolt and slid the chain into place before sticking my hands in my hair and pacing the small space between the couch and the bed. “Crap, crap, crap.”

What the hell was Helena doing here? How could she be here? What did she want from me?

Memories of my time with her - every single fricking one of them - tore through the carefully constructed tomb I’d shoved them in months ago. I Remembered the way she stripped me of my sense of self, of my dignity, my humanity. She stole me away from my life - from Miri, from Desi. She cost me - god, she’d cost me.