Gianna

Lorcan didn’t come to bed last night. Not that I care, I didn’t want to see him or feel him against my body. He treated me like shit last night, and if he never touches me again, it’ll be a day too soon!

Twice in one day, my mate battered me to a pulp.

How the hell did I survive?

Thank the Goddess; I’m not human, or I would have died the first time.

How could he hurt me so badly that I almost died?

What the hell did I do that was so wrong?

I found a medical book in the library, and I was sitting reading it, minding my own business. I love to read, and as a healer, medical books are my heroin.

Lorcan bounds into the room and attacks me, and for what?

Didn’t he get enough after b