Ivory
We entered the room, and the moment I walked through the door, Cole pinned me against it, trapping me between his arms.
"A little bird told me you plan to go to Barrington to visit your lover," he said through gritted teeth.
"You want to go to take care of him because he's injured?" His voice was laced with anger and hurt.
"What about me, Ivory? Did you care enough to ask how I survived? How can I walk upright? What I've been through? You caused this hell and dragged me through it," he said, his voice cracking on the last words. The pain and betrayal in his eyes were undeniable.
I knew I had to speak up. I couldn't remain silent anymore.
"How could I help you when I was in hell, too? I still am. At least you have a life; I have nothing. Everyone hates me, and this is supposed
