I push away from him, my hands covering my ears, as I mumble, “They don’t stop. They never stop. The screams, the torture. But I’ll get out.” I look at him with a broken smile which is filled with fierceness, “My mating ceremony. It’s in two days. I’m going to get out. I’ll run, and then I’ll end it all. I’ll go somewhere no one can follow me. If death is where I can be safe, then I’ll find a way.”

“No,” Lexion’s voice fills with panic as he grabs me by my ...