Unknown POV
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The desklamp shattered against the wall, littering the office floor with glass and porcelain shards. I touched the notebook that was always in my shirt pocket, a list of offenders that kept growing and growing. The familiar phantom pain struck my thigh, a remnant, a reminder of the time my brother stabbed me with a silver dagger.
My soul shattered a little more as I remembered her face again, the mate I had just found, tear-stained and bloodied, her eyes dead after he took her by force all those years ago. Automatically my hands rose to my head, gripping my hair and tugging it hard as if the actual physical pain could somehow block out the horror of it all, the haunting ache in my heart.
That hadn’t been his first offense. No, he had spent many years torturing
