“You have something to say?” His voice held the oddest degree of ragged excitement.
Tears slipped down her cheeks. “No.”
“Fine, then.” He hauled back his hand again, drawing his fingers into a fist.
Yvonne closed her eyes. She’d endured enough pain in her life to know she would endure this. She would. For Esme. For all the women who had thought they’d found love and found hell instead, she would endure.
The secondary characters in these books break my heart and have me dying to read their full stories (The heroine in this book was a secondary character in book one).