The first-ever shout-out on this book goes to Shelolo. Wow boo, thanks for the golden ticket.
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"I... You..." Penny's voice trembled. Her lips moved, but no words came out. Shock gripped her throat like an invisible hand.
"Did you come with the divorce papers, Penguin?"
His voice was low and teasing, but Penny flinched hard. She nearly fell backward, barely catching herself as she stared at the man lying in bed.
His silver eyes followed her movement. But all he could see in her was fear. She looked so terrified of him.
It's the same thing he sees in everyone.
Fear. Nothing more.
Penny's knees felt weak, and her head screamed at her to run before she got hurt again, but for some reason, her legs seemed stuck to the ground.
She was terrified yes, but who wouldn't be?
She was staring at the same man who had hurt her today.
But the man lying here now? He looked... human. Gentle, even. It made no sense.
No. This had to be a dream.
