Rue’s POVI had always believed that the worst kind of pain was the kind that came suddenly, like the tearing of flesh, the snapping of bone, the moment the wolves sank their teeth into my hands and stole my future.I was wrong.The worst pain was the kind that came quietly… patiently… and then stayed.It settled into my chest as I stood there, staring at nothing in particular, feeling something inside me collapse in slow, irreversible silence.Percy, a man who had always met everything with calm confidence, with control, with quiet certainty...had hurt me for the first time.I didn’t remember leaving the hotel room. I didn’t remember the corridor, the elevator, or the way my feet carried me outside.All I remembered was the way my heart felt, as though something had wrapped around my ribs and was slowly squeezing the air out of me.By the time I stopped walking, I was already inside Percy’s packhouse. The fact that I had moved in with him dawned on me with a heartbreaking clarity.
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