~ISSA.

It was happening all over again.

The killings, the brandings, the torture. The detective was right, I was hiding something. I stayed up all night as I craved for Yulia's touch but I knew that if I stayed in the same room with her, she would not stop with the questions.

I watched the sunrise as I stood by the window, dreading the confrontation that was going to take place between Yulia and I the moment we were going to lay eyes on each other.

My servants had picked out my business ...