Chapter Fifty-Nine
Sam sat on his bed, his back resting on the cool metal headboard as he looked at Abby’s picture. It was one that he had been given when he was first told about her. Her innocent happy face beamed up at the camera, her auburn hair a wild windswept tangle of curls. It was this picture that had changed things for him.
Sure, he had seen plenty of pictures of her before, but none like this.
It wasn’t that she looked sexy in this picture or anything like that. He had seen plenty of pictures of her where she would have easily taken his breath away. There was just something about this quick snapshot of her that melted something inside of him that he thought was beyond being touched.
At first, he had wanted to corrupt that innocence to bring out her darkness and watch as she
