Forty-four:
Crimson Ashland
“This was a dumb idea,” I said. We had been shoved into cells. Catesby was in the one right next to me. It was dark, wet, and murky.
“What?” said Catesby. “We needed to get back into the palace, and you didn’t want to pretend to still be his mate.”
I shuddered at the idea of Raoul touching me again. I could still see the images of him, going into the woods, and slaughtering witches with his bare teeth. Then drinking their blood like it was wine.
“No,” I said, “I didn’t want to pretend to be his mate. He forced me into doing things I didn’t want to do, and I…I don’t know that I will be able to control myself if I were around him.”
“You don’t have feelings for him, do you?” Catesby asked.
