Hannah The whip cracked against my back, as fire streaked across my skin. I gasped, struggling to keep the scream trapped in my throat. Eamon, my mate, my tormentor -loomed over me, his gaze cold and unforgiving.“Please, Eamon,” I begged, my voice hoarse. “Let me speak to Maya, Is she safe? I need to know!”Hours have blurred into days since I was dragged away and tortured.Eamon had taken it upon himself to dole out my punishment, his aim to find who my accomplices were. At first, I had pleaded and begged in the hope that my mate would see my innocence. He had not.Tired of the repetitive questions I have instead leaned towards asking questions of my own.He sneered as he snapped the whip again. “So, you do care for someone else. Shame you didn't show that compassion before trying to kill Vivian out of jealousy”“I didn't! I’ve told you a thousand times, Eamon. I wasn't trying to hurt you or Vivian! I was only trying to save you! It was—”His laugh was bitter, cruel. “Save me? Fro
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