Lucian's mouth was hot and demanding as he kissed me, his teeth scraping against my bottom lip. Kael's hands never left my skin, mapping every curve as if memorizing me. Riven's clever fingers brought me to the edge again and again, only to pull away at the last moment.
And Mira was forced to watch it all.
By the time Jax finally entered the cell to drag her away, her face was streaked with tears, her voice hoarse from screaming. The look she gave me before disappearing down the dark corridor shattered what was left of my resistance.
Betrayal. Disgust.
And worst of all pity.
Kael lifted me from the chair, my body limp and pliant in his arms. "Now you understand," he murmured against my sweat-damp hair. "You're ours. In every way."
As he carried me from the dungeons, I buried my face in his chest and let the tears fall.
Not from fear.
Not from pain.
But from the terrifying realization that part of me no longer wanted to escape.
