The room was dark, only the light of the nightlight illuminated the bed and the girl sleeping on it. Marcus sat in a chair opposite. Black eyes were filled with bitterness and cold. He looked with pain at the bruises on her face, at the broken lips and tear-stained eyes. How could he have thought a week ago that he would ever dare to touch her, especially after that night in the car? And could he even imagine that he could hit a woman? Your woman!

He could. And he wanted to howl like a wolf from the agony that ate him from the inside. The poison of betrayal and...