Evangeline’s POV
The second I got to my feet, my legs didn’t carry me-they flew. I didn’t know how I managed to push myself forward, how I didn’t trip again, how I didn’t scream.
The walls blurred. I didn’t know this part of the fortress. It was endless halls with heavy doors, and my heart, God, my heart was choking me.
I couldn’t breathe.
Kaia. Kaia. She had looked right at me. And him. Draven.
Her body had been bent, helpless. His voice still clung to the back of my skull like a splinter.
“Pleasure me, now. I didn’t bring you here to hesitate.”
The cruel edge of it. The low, commanding tone. And Kaia… the way she had obeyed without looking him in the eyes.
No. No no no.
I turned sharply into another corridor, my chest on fire. A door ahead was slightly ajar. The only light in the entire passage spilled through that crack. I didn’t think. I just ran inside, my breath torn and ragged.
The moment I crossed the threshold, I froze.
Damien was there.
He stood before a tall man
