Chapter 78
Ravyn's fingers remained frozen above the keyboard, every muscle in her body locked in place by the impossible weight of the choice before her. Her rational mind screamed at her to refuse, to recognize this as manipulation at its most insidious, to understand that submitting to blackmail never ended with just one demand.
But the desperate, traumatized part of her—the part that had spent five years reliving that bathroom assault in nightmares, the part that looked at Rhysand and wondered what features came from her and what came from the monster who'd violated her, the part that needed to know, needed to understand, needed to have some semblance of control over a situation where she'd had none—that part was already calculating whether she could complete this job successfully.
