The Pawn Of The Phoenix (The Memory Collector Series Book 2) - Plot & Excerpts
The buildings along the street pass by me, but my mind is far away in my past. All I see is Jonathan’s cold eyes as he commands my will to his, and all I can feel is his fingers digging into the sides of my neck. In that moment, my life had been his to control, and I grit my teeth at how easy it had been for him to dominate me, body and mind. I was powerless to stop him, and, as a result, he manipulated me and threatened my survival. With one touch, my future had been his to dictate. Of course, reminiscing over that moment automatically conjures up the other memory. I had despised Scott and often thought of ways to escape, but I don’t know if I ever truly wished him dead. If I did, it was only in a fantasy I indulged in when lying on the ground in his cellar after a harsh beating. But the cause of death was always something innocuous like an accident on his part or some twist of fate. I don’t recall if I ever considered killing him outright. If I close my eyes, the scene will play itself clearly as if I were standing in his study right now, facing him.
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