-LILIAN-
The memory of Alexander's hidden garden, and the fragile happiness it had sparked in me, stayed with me. He had shown me a part of himself, a vulnerable part, that I hadn't expected. It was a c***k in his monster mask. But a c***k was not forgiveness. It was not trust. And it definitely was not enough to erase Uriel's severed head from my mind.
My body is fully healed now. I could walk, run even, with ease. My voice was clear, strong. And the bond… the bond was a constant, burning reminder of Alexander, of the raw hunger that flared in me every time I sensed him. It was a weakness. A vulnerability. And I hated it.
But then, a thought sparked in my mind, cunning and cold. What if I could use this weakness? What if I could turn the bond, and his own hunger, against him? He wanted
