“We’ve got regenerating potions on hand. Give me some credit, mi vida.” He spoke nonchalantly, as if he was telling me about the weather or something trivial like his favorite team losing a soccer match. “I’ve done this before. She’s still got some time before becoming critical. Enough time to fucki
“If you don’t tell me what I want to know, I’m going to carve out your tongue, witch. Then I’m going to split open your stomach and let our intestines hang out as a meal for the vermin that inhabit these cellars. They’re purposefully left hungry…until I offer up a victim. The rodents will come and e
**Evelina’s POV**I looked at the recording, feeling as if I was in a trance. Unease prickling through me as I took in the time stamp glaring at me from the corner of the video.No. NO.It couldn’t be.“Wait until you see this,” Robert chuckled with a wink at the camera.Dread detonated in my gut, s
“Let it out, mi vida,” he whispered into my ear, his own breath ragged and mournful. “Just let it out, it’s okay…I’m not going to let you go.”His voice was filled with anguish, and I felt it through our bond as well . He was in pain too, because I was hurting. Our pain was one now.It struck me the
Anything except for her finding out through the damn recording itself! Fuck, I hated my past delusional self. The one that thought I could take charge and handle everything so Evelina could stay cocooned in a safety net of luxury and shopping. That wasn’t her. That wasn’t us. Our relationship dynami
**Evelina’s POV**I was quiet as I listened to Gabe explain everything. He’d seen the video because Vin was in charge of monitoring Robert’s internet activities. Robert apparently browsed p**n often enough. Vin hadn’t really paid much attention to it as it was nothing out of the ordinary. But the vi
“But he was up for a promotion!” I exclaimed, pulling back to look at Gabe. Gabe gave me a hard look that seemed to be telling me to really think. “He was lying,” I finally said slowly. “There was no promotion…” “No,” Gabe agreed. “I made it my business to know what he was up to and how stable hi
“I’m sorry you had to see all that…” I trailed off, feeling dirty. How many other men had seen them? Over a million if the statistics were anything to go by. “You have nothing to be sorry for. It is not your fault Robert was a sicko,” Gabe bit out. He reached out cupping my cheek gently. “Evelina,