Chapter 32
Jenna didn’t escape. She had no strength for it, no place to go. The garden at the East Wing of the villa was vast, and the scents accompanied her. She wandered into the garden and sat on one of the swings, pulled her knees to her chest, and stared blankly at the flowers.
The sun had risen and begun to set again. She hadn’t eaten. Not that she could. Not when everything inside her felt like it was turning against her body, wolf, and mind.
She didn’t cry. She didn’t even blink much. Her wolf, Lexa, remained unnaturally silent.
She was tired of fighting.
A faint sound broke the stillness. She didn’t look up until the person stood in front of her.
Ryker.
Of course, it was him.
He stood just there, watching her.
Jenna didn’t move.
“I thought you left,” he said after a p
