Elowen

Standing barefoot on the freezing, pitch-black asphalt, holding a pair of useless designer stilettos in my hand, I gripped my dead phone and let out a breathless, disbelieving laugh.

Why had I ever trusted Zephyr Knox? Why had I allowed myself—even for a fraction of a second—to believe that underneath all his sharp edges and arrogant defense mechanisms, there was a decent human being?

The mad, unhinged bastard didn't care about me at all. He had literally dumped me on the side of a deserted highway in the middle of the night, totally alone, leaving me completely vulnerable to whatever dark horrors lurked in the night.

Ha! So unbelievable....