ARYA

I wept. Not just for myself but for Daxton, who'd carried such a suffocating weight since Anessa's death. I couldn't imagine how he was feeling. Everything he'd believed about her death had been nothing but a lie. A lie conjured by that two-faced bastard, Theron. I heaved into the toilet bowl again at the thought that I'd kissed and slept with him in ignorance. I felt dirty and undeserving of Daxton. If I could peel off my skin, I would.

And Lucien...

Gods, how broken ...