Lucy’s POV

“Are you sure, Lucy?” Vivianna asked like she desperately wanted me to say no. She wanted me to withdraw my consent. Give her a reason not to hurt me.

Her heart cried out to me, begging me to leave her. Run before it was too late. But I wouldn’t. Not when my husband was on the line.

Rage burned within me. Alistair showed me Gabriel, chained up against a stone boulder, wounds weeping with blood. His chest was heaving, willfulness apparent in ...