His Twisted Mercy

y a silk nightgown. Sunlight streamed through the window. Fo

his head in his hands. He looked up when I stir

ice thick with false sorrow. "The

to say. I felt a cold,

ve dug his way out of the enclosure last night. The grou

as clear as the water in a mountain stream. I saw the man who had ordere

id, reaching for my hand. "I k

played my part. I let a single, symbolic tear roll

ting husband, bringing me trays, begging me to eat, holding me while I pretended to weep. I l

al. And revenge. But I had

ton estate. The entire family would be there. Ethan insisted I go

him lead me by the arm to the main hous

wealthy friends were all there, drinking champagne, laughing. M

I saw

laughing, holding a glass of orange juice, looking

s wearing

a familiar mix of grey, black, and silve

spread across her face. She walked over to m

ripping with poison. She stroked the sleeve. "I

His fur. They had skinned him. They had skin

ing. It wasn't thought. It

cream. I d

ung

l snarl tearing from my throat. We went down in a t

blue of the swimming pool. The same p

rate shove, I pushe

was nothing compared to the fire in my veins. The guests

k at me. He only had eyes for Chloe, who wa

o help her out. He wrapped her in his own jacket, cradling her, hi

m, his fingers digging

ed at Ethan. "She needs to be di

didn't even look at me. He just

. He abandoned m