The night was cold, but Denae did not hesitate to sit up in bed, wearing the night gown Julia had lent her.
She shuffled off of the soft mattress, and tiptoed to the door just as she had done to meet Zaid back at Jerald’s pack.
The memories made her sick…and disappointed in her own self…but the memories of why she’d done it and what she got from it wer…
Denae ran a hand through her black hair as she slowly twisted the silver knob, pulling the door open. It didn’t matter anymore, he had betrayed her, remember?
He’d gotten her locked up, visited her just so he could f*ck her one last time and then left her in a vulnerable state to die. He didn’t care about her and she had promised herself not to care about him either.
She didn’t owe him love, the only thing she owed him was revenge; a v
