Vanessa’s POV

The rain hadn’t stopped since I got here. It was like the sky was weeping for me…pouring and howling through the night, drowning out the thoughts I couldn’t escape. Two days in this house, hiding like a fugitive, because that’s exactly what I was now.

A wanted woman.

And all because of her.

Emily.

That name burned through my skull like acid, but I couldn’t let him see it. I couldn’t let Ronan…yes, that was his name…see the hatred simmering inside me.

He had told me his name the first morning after I woke up in his bed, my body sore, my head heavy with exhaustion.

“Ronan,” he...