Gianna
Lorcan didn’t come to bed last night. Not that I cared; I didn’t want to see him or feel him against my body. He treated me like shi.t last night, and if he never touches me again, it’ll be a day too soon!
Twice in one day, my mate battered me to a pulp.
How the hell did I survive?
Thank the Goddess; I’m not human, or I would have died the first time.
How could he hurt me so badly that I almost died?
What the hell did I do that was so wrong?
I found a medical book in the library, and I was sitting reading it, minding my own business. I love to read, and as a healer, medical books are my heroin. After what happened earlier on in the evening, I needed to relax. Reading does that for me.
Lorcan bounds into the room and attacks me, and for what?
Didn’t he get enough after beati
