Diana's POV
I couldn't care less about his sob story. But my voice wouldn't cooperate. My heart raced, his hand under my blouse touched my breast through my bra. I whined, moving my chest away. But that doesn't stop him. Hot tears pricked my eyes.
I can't let this happen! I can't let this bastard have his way with me!
"Calanthe..." I called for my wolf. "I need your help..."
"I can't," She mewled. "It hurts, Diana. Everything hurts."
"I'm so sorry, I can't do anything...I'm too weak."
"No, you're not."
Declan pressed his lips to my neck. "And my mother helped him out. With that stupid spell she spun. After all her preaching about how she'd never hurt her family and shit."
I caught myself drifting off to sleep and jerked. Declan repositioned himself, leading back in the chair and p
