CHAPTER 18— THE SAVE. EDITH'S POV Every whip that landed on my back I took it in stride as I refused to give my mate the satisfaction of seeing me cry. I refused to beg him to believe me and no matter how hard I tried to make him believe my innocence it was for naught. The man never liked me and speaking to him about my innocence was just a waste of time. Why was he going to believe me? A mere slave, a criminal he had bought for reasons best known to him. Scratch that! It wasn't best known to him alone. He hates me. because I didn't fit into the stereotypes, I wasn't the type of female he had fancied for a mate, perhaps someone like Gwen was his type. I saw the look he sent to her when she told him that she had rescued Lilith from my wicked claws. For a fleeting moment, he had stared at