Aaron’s POV
He would release me to the wild, allow me the taste of sustenance in a helpless animal, and return me to this new hell. Commanding for me to be both heartless and an empath by nothing more than the utterances from his wicked grimaces. But there existed some form of silver lining here.
A compass without a true north was a silly instrument spinning in circles or set to a nowhere destination, and this was how I felt without my Alessandra. But I swear in the depths of my forced obedience, I could witness her in those darkened corners of The Cathedral.
After I had been branded, beaten, and left bleeding, I was set with my arms splayed on either side with the chains laced further in the same mercury that dripped down my skin and onto the floor at my feet, I saw her in the distanc
