A shiver ran down Celeste’s spine as she heard Derek’s voice.
“I have missed you so much, my sweet sister.”
His body was laced with cuts and lumps of dried blood, but as Celeste stared at her brother,
she felt no love or pity—only the memory of the man who had hidden his true, ruthless side from her.
All she could recall as she stared at him was Syzar’s wounded and tortured state back in the Crossvale pack.
The unending mental and physical torment, the despair of losing his sister violated to her death and his mother, Vamara, who had succumbed to madness. Being locked in a dungeon was nothing compared to that.
And as she looked into Derek’s eyes, she saw insanity in his gaze. He stared at her with pure lust, his eyes roaming hungrily over the dress Nyssa had given her to wear.
“I
