Chapter Three
Thayer
She assumes that I understand the inner workings of my dark world, but I do not. That place in my psyche is as much a labyrinth as the weekends we spend reveling in beastly desires. I know when it began, almost to the day where the rage inside me started. Some battlefield moments are just a blur now, but this one remains crystal clear, not so much because of what I sawthat is crystal clear to me even nowbut because of how it felt.
After ten years of trying to brush it back, hide it, mask it and deny it, the labyrinth found me. I certainly did not go seeking it outno one in their right mind could make up something quite like that. Id known Alec West a long time before he approached me. But odd as his mysterious discourse was about an opportunity I might be intere
