Irina’s POV
I couldn’t even scream.
The terror choking me was so thick I could hardly breathe, let alone cry for help. My body was limp, drugged and helpless, every limb heavy like stone. Whatever Drake had put in my food still lingered in my veins, dulling my senses but not the horror that gripped my soul.
My hands were still tied. My wrists throbbed from the friction against the coarse rope. And worse—so much worse—was the burning sensation on my neck. The punctures from Drake’s teeth still dripped blood, warm trails down my skin that turned cold when touched by the clammy air of this miserable cabin.
He’d marked me.
That bastard had the audacity to mark his mate—me—by force. After everything he did to Aria, after everything he put me through, he still dared to claim me like I was h
