It had only become worse. Every moment she spent around Luke was torturous. Johanna couldn't focus during their meditations or when he pulled her onto his lap while they talked. She'd started taking painting lessons from him, yet even those quiet moments where she was supposed to be focusing on her feelings and her art were ruined, all because he wasn't inside her.

Their training sessions—if she could even call them that anymore—were a mess. The amount of times she'd lost ...