Chapter 100

“Holly!”

I heard Evander’s soft voice but all my mind was in a haze of pure anger—not for the scarred woman who was pressing herself against the hard, cold wall of her small hiding place but for the man who pretended he cared for me my whole life! The man who made me believe that he was my father and almost ruined my life if it wasn’t my mate who saved me from the darkest pit Randalf Ambrose dug for me.

I tilted my head as I heard my husband whisper to me but my eyes were fixed on Melinda’s terrified face. Pale as moonlight. As if she had never seen the sun for a very long time. Scared that people might see her and report her to the man who made that horrible mark on her face. Her long, thin fingers went to her throat as if she were choking out of fear. No. It wasn’t fear. Those round, copper eyes were so wide that her eyes balls looked as if they were going to roll out of their sockets.

“Holly! You are killing her!” Evander’s voice turned into a snarl as his body tensed. He was behin