62. FELIX YEATS (POV)

In a reckless motion, I grab her legs, lifting her onto my shoulders, determined to lock her back in the bedroom. My blood leaves a trail along the way, staining her clothes along with hers.

The agony in Isabelle’s eyes reflects her desperation as I carry her against her will. My rage, a red haze, d...

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