"Letting you go doesn't mean letting myself go. No one will ever let me go."
Abigail Hemsworth's fingers trembled. "You think this is fun?"
"Yeah."
"But I don't. Travis Miller, this isn't the kind of life I want."
Travis Miller slowly stood up and raised his hand to touch her smooth, tender cheek.
"You think it's pointless, not the life you want… but letting you go isn't the life I want either."
Abigail only felt a sharp stab in her heart, and a crushing sense of helplessness surged through her body and mind.
As long as he refused to let her go, she could only live under his watchful eyes.
Living in a castle perched at the edge of a cliff, enjoying the finest, most extravagant life; then opening the door to find boiling, roiling lava all around the cliff. The moment she stepped out, there would be nothing left of her but scattered bones.
