His mind was in shredded shambles and the strength of Abigail’s mentality nearly broke beneath the weight of it. She pulled away from Rorick’s beaten bestial form, her breath haggard from the energy spent and the distress that accompanied the exertion.
For forty-eight hours straight, Abigail-with the help of Varick, had been working tirelessly on the twisted mind of Rorick Joaquin Vale. Where Varick had stalled, Abigail would take up the mantle to allow him space to tend to his coven as well as Crescent Falls as a whole. The lack of progress was beginning to cause Abigail’s hope for her love’s return to some semblance of normalcy to wean.
With sweat drenched about her face, Abigail’s hands fell to her side in pure exhaustion. Her eyes were bewildered whilst she stood there silently stu
