Robin P O V
The Ghosts of the Past
The familiar path to my mate’s temple stretched before me, every step stirring ancient memories—memories of a time when I was assigned to protect her.
But I had never seen it as a duty.
Aries.
She had been created by destiny to control those who refused to obey. The wild, the lawless, the untamable.
And I—I had been created for her.
To be the chain that kept the beasts at bay.
To be her equal.
To be the one person she could never control.
Yet, in the end, it was not the beasts that broke her.
It was her own creations.
The ones who should have worshipped her.
Instead, they had used her. Manipulated her. Until she was no longer the Aries I had once known.
The day she was beaten into submission had been the day something inside me had snapped.
