Aneela
The gears in Aneela’s heart were starting to shift. Damien’s pain was written all over his face now as he stared at her with disbelief, all pretence suddenly forgotten.
He needed help. Hope. Something to live for. Just like she did. But unlike her, his fight was already quieted, he looked like he had already lost and there was nothing to live for. Even his promise to follow her and help her didn’t seem like it was enough. He looked tired, lost. Gods. So damn lost. Her father had allegedly ruined his family. Her mother had used him for her schemes and tossed him like something unwanted the moment he stopped being of use. Roan… gods, the missing piece of his own soul, his other half, had subjected him to the worst kind and humiliation one could ever imagine. And here was Aneela, his
