Run from who she was, what she was. Run because she was different and feared those differences. She was done running. The only running she was going to do now was toward answers. She’d already started. She had discovered and embraced her powers here in the compound. Not only that, but she had been emotionally and sexually awakened, not by one man but by two. One man she loved; the other she despised. The first was lost to her because of the second. Or was he? As unconventional and different as Rafael was, she loved him. She belonged to him. He had marked her. He had trusted her! Promised to protect her from Lucien. Her place was by Rafael’s side. But how? He was a stubborn, testosterone-driven man and beast, and both were convinced she was guilty of a crime far worse than death. Adultery, with his nemesis of all people, akin to treason in his mind. Grief clogged her throat, making it difficult to exhale. As did the feeling of hopelessness seeping into her soul. She had lost something so precious, so profound, something that had breathed life into her hollow soul.
