Shae
I was broken.Someone had broken me.Or broken my heart.The mark on my face should mean I was powerful. I could move faster than the eye could track. But thanks to being held against my will and viciously experimented on the resulting scarring to my heart meant I would be lucky to ever run again, even at normal speeds.No wonder Ringo didn’t want me.
RingoAs a Marine and specialist bodyguard, feeling helpless wasn’t something I was used to, but the day I’d carried Shae out of that laboratory, his body burned, barely breathing, had just about broken me.Then one innocent kiss finished me off, and I ran.I was too old, too jaded, and the last thing Shae needed.
Leaving Shae broke my heart, but coming back might just rip it in two.
