“I was so mad at you. When you went back to him…” She shuddered. Nausea rose in her stomach. “Don’t…” “You called me by his name. When I touched you, you called for him.” His hands slid under her chin, and he shoved her head back. She hit the pole. The impact had her moaning. “You were my Beauty, and you went to him. After all I’d done…I was the one to heal your leg. I was the one at your side when you walked. I was the one—” “Who…made me…have the wreck?” Her brakes…Alex had said… The nausea deepened. Skye was afraid she’d pass out. Mitch smiled at her. Terrified her. “It was the only way to get your attention. I couldn’t see you after the shows. I tried. Again and again. Beauty needed her hero to wake her up. I was there, and you couldn’t see me. I had to find a way to make you see me.” He was a freaking doctor. He shouldn’t have— “I was supposed to find you that night. Not him. He was always there. Always between us.” Mitch’s fingers dug into her jaw.
