Luke is failing, that much I could tell, yet it didn't give me the satisfaction I thought it would.
I am still being accused of something I didn't do and he…he still has everything that once belonged to me. The pack, my position, Damien.
I watched his retreating figure with a conflicted gaze, my heart aching so much I had to press a palm to it.
The imperial guards that had accompanied him were no doubt from Damien, I knew that because he assigned the very same guards to me when he doubted my strength.
Despite not wanting to, I wondered how Damien was doing…if he thought about me…if the wound I left hurt him.
Damn it, Akari!
Luke's appearance destabilized me in so many ways, my thoughts of escape now consumed by self pity and the intense reality of all that I've lost.
The sham
