When I rolled over, I noticed his side of our king-sized bed was still made. Sighing, I lay on my back and stared at the ceiling. I'd been hollowed out by my experience with J.B. and then the subsequent experience with Jack. You're an idiot, I told myself as tears stung my eyes. You thought you could make him love you and all you did was make him mad. You shouldn't have lashed out. I wished I could take it all back, that I could step back into my body at the moment Jack had asked me to go to J.B. I wish I had begged him not to make me do it. But would he have listened? Jack was an unstoppable beast who couldn't be tamed, and it was blindingly evident that he would go to any lengths to get what he wanted. He'd sacrificed me on the altar of his dreams. And there I was after it all, burned, scarred … changed. Katherine started to cry down the hall, so I got up and slid on my matte satin robe.
