Between Hate and Fate
there.
“They were taken from me,” I say, my voice barely above a whisper. “And there wasn’t a damn thing I could do to stop it.”
Katya doesn’t say anything, but I can feel her sympathy, her understanding, through the bond. It’s almost unbearable that she’s feeling for me, and I want to pull away from her, but I don’t.
“I’m sorry,” she says quietly, her voice gentle.
I don’t respond. What can I say? Sorry doesn’t bring them back. Sorry doesn’t erase the hell I went through. Sorry doesn’t change the fact that her husband is the reason I’m a Rogue savage now.
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