I Was Reborn to Trust My Brother

Summary

He suddenly gripped the back of my neck and bent down to kiss me.

My breath was stolen, my body trapped in his arms.

I should have pushed him away—but I froze.

He stopped, his forehead resting against mine, his voice nearly breaking.

“Don’t leave me again.”

In this life, I feel no fear.

Given another chance, I finally understand—

he would never hurt me.

Because the man who kissed me

is my brother.

1

I blinked, and I was twenty-two again, standing beneath the hawthorn tree in our miserable backyard. Mark’s arms were around me, his voice a sweet poison at my ear.