Joanne’s POV
Alexander’s words wouldn’t stop echoing in my head. Nothing more than a blood slave. I wanted so badly to tear them out of my mind, to tell myself I’d misheard, but Alexander’s voice had been so clear.
My throat burned. I should have turned back the moment I saw him with Eloise, but my feet had betrayed me. I’d lingered too long in the shadows, long enough for the words to cut deep.
“Miss Thorne?”
The voice startled me. A tall figure blocked my way, armor glinting under the torchlight. I recognized him immediately as one of Alexander’s guards. He was one of the ones who stormed the Long Lake Pack, rescuing me from being put to death. I knew that Alexander had used his power to command that his guards never speak about what I am to anyone, including each other.
I knew
