Twenty

GABRIELLE POV.

Decisions. Decisions. Decisions.

It drained me to make them, but I had to. It was the only thing I had any control over. I didn't want to torture Blake, but it was necessary if we were ever going to move forward.

He needed to be broken, that was the only way he could be reformed. It would have been easy if he just stopped being stubborn. My frown deepened, and I clutched at my hair, desperate to dispel the headache I felt coming on.

The room spun and all of a sudden I was not in my office. I looked around wildly, my heartbeat accelerating. This wasn't real. It wasn't. I blinked, then blinked again, willing my brain to forget all of those memories.

I thought I'd finally overcome my dark past because I hadn't experienced any flashbacks In a while but I guess I hadn't.

And the horrible memories always came at the worst of times, disrupting all the peace I managed to build around myself. It was harrowing.

Images of the filthy acrid-smelling dungeon plagued my senses, to