After Our Kiss

I was thirteen when I was kidnapped.Fourteen when he helped me escape.Twenty-three before I ever saw him again.His face is all over the news: he's a wanted man, now. Maybe my memory played tricks on me… but he looks so different. The boy who saved me years ago had a shy smile and dark, soulful eyes full of secrets.This man has a hard jaw and a harder mouth. Lips that could never whisper sweet promises.I knew him as a hero—my savior. I refuse to believe he could become a villain.Not him.Then he abducts me, proving me wrong.He tells me he's going to take me apart and put me back together again. Make me what he needs me to be: a plaything for a monster.It's the fate I escaped when I was fourteen. And that's when I finally understand.He was never my hero.He's the man who's going to break me.