Nothing's harder than life.She of all people should know that.
I grabbed her wrist, still ever careful not to touch her skin, and dragged her behind me. She had to see him. She needed to see what I had done to him. She needed to see what I would do.
I suppressed the bubbling rage that boiled within me, threatening to spill over. I couldn't let that happen, not now. She was only just beginning to trust me, I wouldn't ruin it by scaring her. She had been through so much and it made me sick to my stomach at the thought of what she had been through.
They would pay. They would all pay.
The dungeons were cold and dank and smelled like decay. She followed me silently, either too afraid or to traumatised to ask where we were going.
Would she hate me once I showed her?
The beast inside me his
