Samantha's POV
As I sat curled up on the sofa, my knees pulled to my breast, the air felt heavy with anxiety. Adrian walked back and forth in front of me, his face a mask of just subdued wrath. The barely suppressed annoyance at everything getting out of control could be felt emanating off him.
Though the words caught in my throat, I wanted to talk and provide something to help to relax the tension between us. The message Jared had delivered earlier that evening still whirled about my head. It was a promise not only a threat. I also knew he would carry through on it.
"You ought to have told me sooner," Adrian said, his voice quiet but harsh.
I winced, guilty stinging through me. He was correct. Months ago, when Jared first began pressing me, I ought to have told him. But I was really
