Jaime and Tor…and jeez, I really have to figure out a title for that book. Seriously!
Everybody thinks I’m just a doormat. They think I don’t know what Angel’s doing, or that I’m just blind to his ways. People couldn’t be more wrong. And as much as I love Zoe, she doesn’t have a clue why I stay with him. No one does. Because it’s my secret to keep.
But it’s getting harder to pretend that I don’t see, to pretend that I’m okay when I’m definitely not okay. I shouldn’t have gone to the club, shouldn’t have walked into Tor’s arms and I shouldn’t have let him hold me. But I was weak and I was drunk and when I stared into his blue eyes the only thing that kept going through my head was… I need to feel alive again.
:D I am as good as my word, ladies and gents. The books, they are a'comin'!