"If you think I'm letting you walk back into that bastard's house," Damien said flatly, "you're wrong."
The protectiveness in his voice surprised even him. Why was he reacting like this? If it had been anyone else in her position, he would have helped them too. That's all this was, he told himself. Basic decency.
"It doesn't matter," Jacqueline replied evenly. "He'll find us sooner or later."
Her calm unsettled him more than her tears had. The way she accepted it like this was just another storm she had learned to stand through made him wonder how long she had been enduring that kind of torture.
"I won't let him take you," Damien said firmly.
"He's rich," she answered without emotion. "He has connections everywhere. He plays the perfect gentleman in public charity events, donations, speeches about helping women and victims of abuse. No one would believe anything without solid proof. He's built an image that's the exact opposite of who he really is."
