Mikhail
I can't quite explain what I'm feeling. It's strange. Terrifyingly strange.
When I saw her - Liliana chained to my bed, naked and broken like a wounded animal, something snapped deep inside my chest.
A sudden rush of white-hot anger flooded my veins. My hands clenched into fists so tight that my knuckles went white. No one dares to touch what belongs to me. No one!
I gazed down at her fragile form, and my heart clenched painfully. She looked utterly pitiful. Exhausted. Broken. Starved. Dark circles formed beneath her eyes. Her skin was pale as winter snow.
Her lips were cracked and dry, split open in several places. I could see dried blood crusted at the corners of her mouth, a testament to recent suffering that made my jaw tighten with barely contained rage.
The diamond co
