Wearing an Emerald Green Dress on My Birthday Cost Me My Husband

I could lift the glass.

“She is still just as determined today,” Damon said, his smile never wavering as his fingers closed over my wrist.

He did not just pat my hand.

His thumb pressed hard into the delicate skin right below my thumb, squeezing until the bone pressed against bone.

It was a steady, rhythmic pressure, just enough to hurt, just enough to continue reading …