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PROLOGUE

MY REMAKING

PRESENT

JAMES

I've been remade four times in my life

It is a distinct feelingI unraveled and reknit into a new thing, a new personIt can be good or bad, helpful or harmful, but above all, it is unstoppable

I was remade whena very dark world, with endless responsibilities, surrounded by enely alone

It happened again at the hands of a cowardly predatorI'd becorier with that one, more cynical, and it undoubtedly turned me into the kinky fk I was today

The third happened swiftlyOne day I looked up into a pair of pale blue eyes and saw the other half of my soulCheckmate

I went from a completely controlled existence, a life where I made every decision with cold calculation to a n but somehoonderful

And all too soon after that cataclysed a God I'd never entertained to spare the life of a woman that I could not live without

CHAPTER ONE

MY SUFFERING

Four days

Ninety-six hours

Five thousand, seven hundred and sixty minutes I waited for her to wake up

And every second of those long minutes I suffered

There was no numbness to be hadNot one merciful second of disconnectI felt each one of those days, those hours, those minutes, those torturous seconds, with no anesthesia

Bloody visions filled my head

All of those bodies strewn out across the ground like soedyThey ran on repeat, those vile visions, burned into my mind, branded there for the duration

And when ory visions, it was filled with the most torturous, bittersweet memories

CHAPTER TWO