Richard.The fucking demon king.He was able to force me to a kneel.
But I fought it.I rose.I overcame whatever control he exerted and I broke free.
This is a lie.
I know it’s a lie.
But Rogan...Rogan believes it to be true.Sure, he thinks I was out of my mind at the time, but still, he believes he’s protecting me.
“You said the vamps threatened me, and that’s why you killed them.”
“Yes.”
“Why, then, would I take their hearts?They were already dead.The threat had been eliminated.”
“I don’t know, Hannah.I don’t believe itwasyou, at least not the you that I know.”
I rub at my forehead, trying to ease the axe that’s hacking into my skull.
This isn’t right.
This isn’t right.
My stomach clenches, and I double over in pain with a gasp.
“Princess!”
Rogan grips my shoulders, but I hold up a hand to keep him back.I dry heave onto the dirt.Nothing comes up.Not even Rogan’s blood.
Good.
I need the blood.
I need the strength.
Because I know what I must now do.
War may be raging, but I have my own battle.A battle for my very soul.
If I truly mutilated two bodies—and I’m not at all convinced that I did—I must find out why and who manipulated me into it.
“I didn’t do it, Rogan,” I choke out.
“Hannah...I love you.That won’t change.”
“You can love a person capable of such a horrific act?”
“You loveme, don’t you?I ended their lives because they threatened my mate.You.”
I sigh as my nausea subsides.I rise and face him, my beautiful wolf.
“I do.I love you, Victor Rogan.I love you, and I’m going to prove to you that I didnotdo this.”
“We’re at war, princess.None of this matters.”
“It matters to me.”I turn and then look over my shoulder.“I love you, but please, don’t try to find me.”
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