This wasn't even the first time Kelly had ended up like this.
Duke Arvon had done something similar once. Only his goal had been simpler — shatter her soul and leave her a drooling, broken mess.
Then there was Myrrhavalen, the Abyssal Wyrm. He hadn't even bothered pretending. He'd looked at her like she was a delicacy laid out for a feast. If things had gone slightly differently, he would have devoured her whole… if not for—
She stopped.
Just thinking about his name made her head throb.
Even now, she didn't know how to feel about him.
Part of her hated him. Truly. Down to the bone.
And another ridiculous, traitorous part of her felt… safe with him.
Safe.
She almost laughed at herself.
Why was she even thinking about that now? Out of all moments — this one? When some horrifying entity was about to chew through her soul and take her body for a test drive?
Wow. So death really was humbling.
Still…
Something felt wrong.
