Lucia
The smell of wet dirt and rotting leaves filled her nose, as her mind struggled with two impossible choices.
The Bargain.
The Power.
Her captor’s rough hands were still on her, his breath hot and ragged against her skin. He wasn't waiting for her to deliberate. His grip tightened on her shoulder, a brutal reminder of the immediate threat. “Tired of playing games, half-breed?” he snarled, his voice hot against her ear as his other hand started to wander, a rough, exploratory touch that was a vile promise of what was to come.
The physical violation, the inescapable reality of him, shattered her hesitation. A bitter, defiant thought, sharp as broken glass, cut through her panic.
After years of being a dependent of the Blackwoods, of being their burden and their secret, I will n
