Seraphina's throat throbbed with every beat of her heart as she limped down the dimly lit corridor from Knox's chambers. She clutched her silk robe tightly around her body like armor, as if the robe would hide the violence that had been done to her body.
The encounter had left her trembling, but not with pleasure. Ravage had almost killed her. She had seen it in Knox's eyes, that animal hunger that went beyond lust. Her wolf still whimpered inside her, sensing how close they had come to death.
She reached up to touch the tender skin of her neck where his fingers had pressed. There would be bruises by morning. Proof of his violence, but not the kind she could display with pride. These marks spoke only of her failure to control him as she once had.
As she rounded the corner toward the main hall, hushed voices caught her attention. Two Blackwood guards stood with their backs to her, their heads bent close as they engaged in their secretive conversation.
