An unease had settled over her since Liam had left. Her trembling fingers checked the locks on the back door for what was easily the tenth time. Still locked, she assured herself. Yelping, she turned her gaze to the window as it rattled, relieved to see the overgrown privet scraping its branches across the pane.
Her fingers went back to the lock, as she silently berated herself. She needed to be stronger than this, but home no longer felt safe. He had sullied it, invaded her space and bent her to his whim. She knew vampires possessed a hypnotic thrall, but she had never expected it to be so dominating. She had tried to resist, to command her body to obey her own demands, but it had betrayed her. She was at his mercy, and with each visit he became a little more brazen, a little more posses
