Somme Sketcher

“Please don’t ask me any questions, because I’m sick of telling lies.”

“silly little girl”

A venomous hiss escapes his lips as he slides his hand around the nape of my neck and grips me there. “All right, so you like nature. Christ, Rory. There’s nature everywhere. I’ll buy you land. I’ll buy you a whole fucking island, if you want.”

“You don’t understand I can’t leave the Preserve—”

“What’s so special about Devil’s Preserve?” he growls, angrier than I’ve ever seen him. “And don’t you dare tell me it’s the fucking eagles.”

I close my eyes, blocking out Angelo’s demanding stare. I suck in a deep breath and open them again. “Come, I’ll show you.”