Chapter 29

Chris’s POV

"Animal in the sack..." The mocking words replayed in a malicious loop as I paced the cramped confines of my studio apartment, the discarded groceries forgotten on the sagging futon.

I paused, running my hands through disheveled locks as I wheeled towards the laptop again.

"Okay, Chris... deep breaths," I murmured, flexing my fingers to dispel the lingering sting from when I'd pounded the wall.

"Time to learn more about this Miles asshole and what horrors he inflicted on Megan."

The search engine was already loaded, so I simply punched out the name, the web exploding with an avalanche of results.

My eyes boggled at the sheer volume - movie premieres, charity galas, People Mag covers – all glossily depicting the same chiseled, generically handsome face with an oily smile plastered on.

"Holy shit..." I swallowed hard against the lump of indignant revulsion creeping up my throat. "This Miles character is like... the