The weekends were when Mace came home with another girl’s scent on him, usually ready for a drunken round two. If she were asleep when he arrived, he would just awaken her—and half-asleep was no state to deal with her alpha. She needed all her wits about her to get through it with the least amount of pain, physical and emotional. But now… now that Jak had promised an escape… it was almost unbearable to contemplate another Saturday night with Mace. Whatever dark art deal Jak was making with the witches to free her, no matter how painful that might be to endure, it would eventually be over—unlike the purgatory she lived in now. Like she told Jak in the forest, he had given her hope. But back in Mace’s house, the mating bond still hung over her, wringing her with guilt and fear about even the possibility of leaving Mace. She felt feverish, running hot with anger and cold with fear, one moment contemplating taking a butcher knife and plunging it into Mace’s heart, the next curling up on the floor in a ball of self-loathing for even thinking of raising a hand against her alpha.
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