I sank to the floor, firmly grasping the necklace in my hand. For the second time in two days, I cried. Sobs tore from my throat as I started to comprehend how deeply I had been violated, and how close I had come to dying. Pulling on random articles of clothing from the floor around me, I covered myself and wept. I cried tears of frustration over being deceived, tears of rage for my feelings of helplessness, tears of relief that I was not dead, tears of disappointment that the moment I thought I had shared with Lochlan was a sham, and maybe the most tears for the fact that I now realized that there was no running from my fate. Ronan's vile deception was a rude awaking to the ugly truth that I was a part of this Fae world, whether I wanted to be or not. The only thing I had accomplished by
