Silent Vows & Dirty Talk Chapter 2

After that, I ran.

The list of people hunting me now included Silas Thorne.

Between being choked, drinking high-proof liquor, screaming for hours, and the sheer trauma, I lost my voice. Literally.

I left a note for my parents and fled to Europe to "seek treatment."

Six months later, I was dragged out of a pounding nightclub in Ibiza and hauled back to New York.

I pointed frantically at my throat, signaling to my dad: The Thorne family won't accept a mute bride.

My dad sighed. "Sloane, we're broke. You're mute. Silas is crippled. The only reason the board forced him to take this deal is because they think he can't do any better. You being mute? It’s a feature, not a bug."

Me: ?