Sumy’s POV
The mark still burned on my skin like a brand from hell. Every time I shifted, the pain pricked deeper, reminding me of Rhett and Ronan’s teeth sinking into me, binding me against my will.
If they thought their bite would break me, they were wrong. They hadn’t destroyed me—they had awakened the worst part of me, the one even I tried to bury. I swore to myself, in the silence of this prison-like room, that I would make them pay.
I lay on the hard mattress, staring at the ceiling beams. The air stank of wood smoke and musk, and faint voices carried from somewhere in the distance. I knew dawn was near; the faint paling of the windows told me.
When they dragged me here it's night, it was dark, and I had thought I wouldn’t sleep. My body was too raw, too restless, too aflame from
