The small, windowless guest room in the servants' quarters of the Crescent Compound felt like a concrete tomb. Avery sat on the edge of the narrow cot, her knees pulled tightly to her chest. The charcoal blazer of her professional uniform lay discarded on the floor, leaving her in just her white silk shirt.
Her lips still burned. Every time she closed her eyes, she could feel the brutal, desperate pressure of Jake’s mouth against hers, the terrifying warmth of his blood on her fingers, and the absolute horror of the hatred reflecting in his emerald eyes. She had broken him. She had taken a proud, protective True Alpha and turned him into a creature of pure, unadulterated vengeance.
“Leo,” she whispered into the dark, the name of her brother acting as her only anchor, pulling her back fro
