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The Enemy in My Bed
Goodreads / Amazon / Barnes & Noble / iBooks / Kobo -- EXCERPT: “If you won’t talk about what happened last night, then why don’t you tell me how you got these?” I stiffen and try to move away at the feel of Pierce’s fingers tracing the scars along my back. He only tightens his grip around my waist. With every question, it’s as though he’s flaying me alive. Perhaps that’s his intent. “They were given to me by a man named Maksim.” I give in, because I don’t have it in me to fight. Not tonight. He’s chipped away at too much. Pierce continues touching each one, as though memorizing them. “That didn’t answer my question. I want to know how you got them.” I close my eyes against the painful memories. He isn’t going to let this go. “I got them by fighting back. By refusing to beg. I got them as a reminder. So I never forget who I am, which is no one. I got them because I was weak.” “Mila,” Pierce growls into my ear. “Nothing beyond that matters. Why make me pick at a scab that’s long been healed over? All that will do is add another scar to the ones already there. Don’t I have enough?” He lets out a sigh. “What if I want to get rid of your scars?” I shake my head. “Don’t be naive. Scars as deep as these, you can’t just get rid of, no matter how hard you try. They’re permanently etched into my skin.” “Look at me,” Pierce commands. Because it’s pointless to resist, I roll onto my other side and face him, but keep my eyes on the crown on his chest. He pinches my chin between his thumb and forefinger and tips my head up, so I have no choice but to meet his gaze. “I’m not talking about the scars on your back. I’m talking about the ones here.” Pierce releases his hold and places his hand over my heart. My eyes burn with unshed tears, and it’s hard to swallow. “Those might be even harder to erase.”
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