My back was against the cold wall, and my fingers curled into trembling fists. I could barely breathe. Ravenor stood there, half-dressed, eyes burning with hunger, that sick grin stretching wider with every slow step he took toward me.
The room was suffocating, filled with his scent, sweat, wine and his presence. My heart slammed against my ribs, loud enough that I was sure he could hear it, I was terrified.
There were guards outside. I’d counted them, Five, maybe more, and all armed and loyal to him. And Ravenor himself… he wasn’t just cruel, he was powerful.
He could crush me without breaking a sweat. But I couldn’t let it happen. I couldn’t let him touch me without fighting back. I’d rather die clawing at his face than lie there and let him have his way with me.
So I braced myself,
