Lorraine's POV
"You're stuck here with me, little wolf," Kieran said, almost like it amused him. "Until I find a way to get you out."
I backed away from the door slowly, each step feeling heavier than the last. I didn't want to stay. But I didn't want to die either. And right now, the lesser evil was him.
Kieran.
The Lycan prince.
The devil who had had touched me, stripped me, saved me, and now imprisoned me all over again.
My back pressed against the wall opposite him. He hadn't moved. Still sprawled on the couch like he ruled the world.
And maybe he did.
I crossed my arms tightly around myself, feeling raw. Like something inside me had cracked open back in that white room and hadn't closed since. My throat burned. My chest ached. I blinked fast to keep the stinging in my eyes from turning into anything worse.
He noticed.
Of course he did.
"You've cried enough in that room," Kieran said quietly. "Don't cry again here."
