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And God help the son of a bitch who touched her.

Because I'm coming for them too.

And today, I don’t do mercy.

Chapter 30

Amanda

“I said move,” the voice behind me hisses.

I do.

Because I want to live.

Not just for me anymore.

For him.

For us.

God, please.

If You can hear me—Help him. Help Less.

Because he'd promised me he'd always come—and if he isn’t on time?

Oh no.

Don’t think that.

And I won’t.

Because for the first time in my life, I actually believed someone when they said forever.

And I don't want that forever to end.

Not now.

Not when I finally found my way back to him.

Not when I finally understand that loving someone always carries risk.

Not when I'm finally ready to stop being afraid.

Please.

Just let me see him again.

Just once more.

Because if I get another chance—I'll say yes.

To all of it.

To him.

To commitment and promises.