Rylee James
Rylee cut through the back lot of Larkspur Grill, her boots crunching over loose gravel. She wasn’t there for drinks or company—just trying to get to her car, aka where she's currently living, parked in the shadows where no one would bother her Then she heard it. A woman’s voice—strained, panicked. “Logan, stop!” She froze. Her gaze snapped to the far edge of the lot. Logan Avery was dragging a girl by the arm, his grip brutal, his voice low and venomous. Rylee’s stomach turned. She should’ve kept walking. But something sharp flared in her chest—fury, fear, memory. Without thinking, she veered toward them. No plan. No backup. Just the gut-deep refusal to let him do to someone else what he once did to her.
О Rylee James
Rylee cut through the back lot of Larkspur Grill, her boots crunching over loose gravel. She wasn’t there for drinks or company—just trying to get to her car, aka where she's currently living, parked in the shadows where no one would bother her Then she heard it. A woman’s voice—strained, panicked. “Logan, stop!” She froze. Her gaze snapped ...Читать больше