Danielle Lori

He wanted me, and he hated it

“Fine.” He shook his head, his eyes flashing with darkness. “How about because I love you, Gianna? Because I think I have since the moment I saw you? Because if you weren’t in this world anymore, I would find a way to take myself out of it?”

“Show me.”

Instead of taking the phone from my hand, he pulled me onto his lap.