you are very different from any
I ever had for Elena,” he says by way of explanation.
“When did you know?”
He shrugs. “Ironically, it was Elena who pointed it out
to me. She encouraged me to go to Georgia.”
I knew it! I knew it in Sa一vannah. I gaze at him,
blankly.
What do I make of this? Maybe she is on my side and
just worried that I’ll hurt him. The thought is painful. I
would never want to hurt him. She’s right—he’s been hurt
enough.
Perhaps she’s not so bad. I shake my head. I don’t
want to accept his relationship with her. I disapprove. Yes,
that’s what this is. She’s an unsa一vory character who
preyed on a vulnerable adolescent, robbing him of his
teenage years, no matter what he says.
“So you desired her? When you were younger.”
“Yes.”
Oh.
“She taught me a great deal. She taught me to believe
in myself.”
Oh. “But she also beat the shit out of you.”
He smiles fondly. “Yes, she did.”
He smiles fondly. “Yes, she did.”
“And you liked that?”
“At the time I did.”
“So much that you wanted to do it to others?”
His eyes grow wide and serious. “Yes.”
“Did she help you with that?”
“Yes.”
“Did she sub for you?”
“Yes.”
Holy fuck. “Do you expect me to like her?” My voice
sounds brittle and bitter.
“No. Though it would make my life a hell of a lot
easier,” he says wearily. “I do understand your reticence.”
“Reticence! Jeez, Christian—if that were your son,
how would you feel?”
He blinks at me as though he doesn’t comprehend the
question. He frowns. “I didn’t ha一ve to stay with her. It was
my choice, too, Anastasia,” he murmurs.
This is getting me nowhere.
“Who’s Linc?”
“Her ex-husband.”
“Lincoln Timber?”
“The very same,” he smirks.
“And Isaac?”
“Her current submissive.”
Oh no.
“He’s in his mid-twenties, Anastasia. You know—a
consenting adult,” he adds quickly, correctly deciphering
my look of disgust.
I flush. “Your age,” I mutter.
I flush. “Your age,” I mutter.
“Look, Anastasia, as I said to her, she’s part of my
past. You are my future. Don’t let her come between us,
plea
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