Batista's POV
I held her in my arms, staring at her face while she slept.
She was beautiful.
No… not in the way most people would think. This wasn't about desire. We didn't make love. Nothing like that. She had one of her episodes again—screaming, shaking, tearing at herself as if shadows were crawling inside her. I had to calm her down. And when she finally broke, trembling and exhausted, she clung to me like a child. So I stayed. I lay beside her in her bed until sleep finally claimed her.
It's been two weeks since we came back to the Hollow Pack. Two weeks since everything changed.
And Rain—my tormentor, my strange salvation—she hasn't been the same.
We lost the battle with Victoria. And she hasn't accepted it. She refuses to accept it. Instead, it's like something inside her snapped that day.
Now she's obsessed.
