Magnus
"So, that's how you ended up with that bastard..."
I don't even bother to filter myself, the words slipping past my lips sharp and unrestrained. I'm not sure what infuriates me more—the fact that Kaya had already endured so much suffering before she ever crossed paths with that piece of shit, or the fact that he couldn't end her suffering in the end.
Kaya nods—slowly, heavily—each motion steeped in pain I can't just ignore.
I want to know more. I want to understand every scar and every shadow she's carried. I want to know all of it, even if there's nothing I can do to erase the memories from her mind.
But at the same time... I dread the answer. Because if I hear every detail of what that jackass forced her to endure under his control, I might lose it. I might tear through whatever stands in my way just to rip his head from his shoulders.
