Riley POV
He's never going to let me go. I know that now. My mate is determined to keep me here against my will. I remember hearing about the rogues nearby though and part of me is curious as to why there are so many females needing help. It's against the rules, it's against his rules, I correct myself, but I'm through caring. If something happens to me, then it will be his fault. He could have marked me by now or claimed me for his own. I don't know whether to hate him. It's all so confusing, sometimes I hate him and then he touches me and it's like everything is forgiven.
I sit on my bed and debate the wisdom of my actions. This cold get me killed but at this rate did it matter? What kind of life was this, constantly waiting for my mate to spare me the merest crumbs of his affection?
