“The kick… it knocked the air out of me,” I gasped, clutching my stomach. Brandon’s eyes burned with hatred. “You think you can escape me?” he snarled. The restaurant fell silent as my vision blurred, and I saw him raise his foot again. Then, a voice cut through: “That’s enough.” I looked up—and everything I thought I knew about safety, love, and revenge was about to shatter. Who was he, really?
The kick knocked the air from my lungs. I tasted blood. Through blurred vision, I saw Brandon, my ex-boyfriend, pulling back his foot for another strike. “Brandon, please,” I choked out. “Don’t kick me again.” The fifty wealthy diners in the Grand Pearl restaurant stared in shock. My heart pounded in my chest as fear…