Her "Tell me the truth!" I scream, sick of the lies. Because with him, there's always another one waiting. At first, he was my worst nightmare- the enemy I trusted just long enough to get me taken. Somewhere along the way, fear blurred into something else. And now we're back where we started: truth bleeding out between us, and nothing left untouched. Him The truth? I buried it so deep I almost believed my own lies. I told myself it was to protect her. To keep her. She knows now - and she hates me for it. But letting her go was never an option. I saw her once and knew she was mine. And I would do anything to keep what's mine. Even if it damns us both.