12
Rue
When Dryas leaves my room, I steady myself on an overstuffed chair.
Breathe. That man doesn’t control you, no more than Father Derrik did.
That doesn’t stop my racing heart, though. For a second, when I saw him, I was genuinely glad. That’s before the reality came rushing in like a cold bucket of ice water being dumped over my head.
Dryas made a move toward me, and pain instantly flared to life in my knees and my throat. If you looked hard enough, you could just make out the last of the bruises fading away from my skin.
I flinched.
He noticed with a wince.
So, while his tall, dominating presence and his clean masculine scent are so appealing to me… they make me wish that we were naked together, Dryas doing unspeakably hot things to my body.
But there is a mental block in pl
