Avery
Sandra Briel…. the name echoed in my head. I knew that name. I knew it well.
A scream ripped from my throat as I launched myself at my husband, my hands morphed into claws. I wanted to rip my nails down his face, gauge out his eyes with my fingers.
Ruin was too slow to stop me, but only because no one expected me to go on the attack. They were all so used to timid Avery.
But I wasn’t timid, I wasn’t beat and I most definitely wasn’t out. I would fight with everything I had for my son.
I had barely touched him when strong arms caught me around the waist, lifting me bodily away and it was just as well. Deans closed fist missed my cheek by an inch as Wicked swung me away. It landed in Ruins hand with a sickening thump.
And I knew that was all the excuse he needed. “Did you ju
