Sabrina’s POV
The room still smelled of Andy—sweat, smoke, desperation—but it was fading now, replaced by the rush of night air as the door swung wide open.
I clung to Brace, my body trembling, my tears soaking into his shirt. The ropes still clung to my wrists, frayed where I’d fought against them, but he held me as if his embrace alone could undo the bruises and the fear.
Behind us, Bob’s men stormed in, pinning Andy to the floor. He thrashed like a rabid animal, his screams echoing against the walls.
“She’s mine! She was always mine!” His voice cracked with a madness that chilled me. “Brace, you’ll see—she’ll never love you! She never did!”
Brace growled low in his chest, the sound vibrating through me. He started toward Andy, fists clenched, but Bob stepped in, holding him back.
