The Discarded Wife
Elena whispered, her voice dropping into a cold, lethal register.
Killian leaned over her, his towering frame blotting out the remaining light in the room. He reached down, his large, calloused hand sliding up her neck to firmly grip her jaw, forcing her to look directly into his predatory eyes. "I want you to shed the last piece of your innocence, Elena. Tonight, you stop being his victim. You become our weapon. But to do that, your body and your mind have to belong completely to the executioners."