Lucian laughed. A slow, cruel sound out low in his throat as though I’d just told him the most hilarious joke he’d ever heard.
“Oh, Angel,” he murmured, stepping near so his icy blue gaze could latch onto mine with disturbing ease. “You still believe you have a choice.
I did.
Even now, even with my wrists shackled in iron and my pack miles away, even with the weight of betrayal embedding into my breast like a dagger, I still had a choice.
To fight.
To survive.
To make Lucian sorry he ever thought I was something he could possess.
I lifted my chin; I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of being scared. “You can keep me imprisoned, but you will never break me.”
Lucian regarded me for a long moment, something unreadable flashing in his gaze. And then, confusing the hell out of me, he s
