Son of the Devil 

~ DAVID ~

"No… No!"

Stark reluctantly stepped back as the guards stepped forward to take her—and not gently. My stomach clenched so hard I thought I might vomit when one of them grabbed her by the arm that had already been injured.

I could barely breathe at the confusion and fear on her face. I stared at her, sneering, teeth bared, praying she'd see beyond the mask. Trust me.

She'd done exactly the right thing—but she had no clue why. None.

She thought she'd sent me out of this world. But it was Erik who she'd saved.

I was still sick when I thought about that, the implications of what it meant for me, cracking the very foundations of my life.

And the fact that Stark was unsurprised…

My heart swung wildly between fierce gratitude to my wife because I knew she thought she'd been saving me from a forced marriage. She hadn't known… hadn't known that we had a plan.