VIKTOR
For the first time, I saw submission in her eyes. She sat there—bound and defeated. Her sad eyes and endless tears contracted my heart painfully and I knew it was just a matter of time I’d lose control.
Every time she would lose her mind, it reminded me of Stefan. The same way he would try to escape the guards, scream and yell for drugs until Sammy sedated him. I’d done everything in my power to save my brother—with every ounce of love, patience and determination I had for him—yet I failed.
Mia probably had less than half the physical strength of what Stefan had, but still, it was enough for self-flagellation. And it was the very reason I’d been aggressively protective of her.
As cruel and twisted as it sounded, I wanted her to be afraid of me. I wanted her to fear me enough to
