CHAPTER TWENTY

FREMA

I couldn't believe what I was turning myself into. Eron Sunsetto Castile's whore, and what for? To save the life of a woman I wasn't sure was so innocent anymore. She was my mother, though, so I couldn't blame myself for still loving her so much.

"Frema? Is that you?" Riley asked, just as I opened the door to my room. I sighed. So much for trying to avoid her or anyone else in particular. "And what's with the limp?" She added and I almost died of embarrassment.

"Um.. Look, Riley, I'm really tired and I need to rest. I'll talk later, yeah?" I rushed and turned to open the door but her voice stopped me,

"Really now? You're fucking Eron again, right? The same guy who abducted my fiance and your parents! That's his shirt and that limp.. It's because he did it good, right? He did you so good that you forgot your family and--" Whack!

I had never slapped anyone so hard before and my palm stung harshly but I couldn't care less as I stared at my best friend in shock, anger, betrayal,