Chapter 22

I ascend Coldwater Canyon, taking the curves at full speed. Before my very eyes, the headlights turn the three-lane highway into a fairytale path, filled with dark shadows and witches’ fingers reaching for me.

But I’m not running from the shadows. I’m not even running from Marcus. Not exactly.

I’m running from Marcus and from myself, and from this maddening situation.

Because damn it, all Marcus wants is to punish me. I know that—I know! And yet, he only has to crook his finger and I melt.

Just like Bob did all those years ago.

Fuck!

This is a mistake. A blunder. I should never have slept with Marcus. If the price was giving up the resort, I should have just walked away. Because I can’t