Chapter 42
- Leila
- Fear coiled, tight as a fist. I hugged my knees, water sloshing over the sides. A Lycan Princess, reduced to this—afraid of a man who'd never hurt me, pining for decency like it was a luxury. My husband hated me. His mistress poisoned my tonic. And I'd just thrown myself at the one person who'd ever shown me a scrap of respect.
- Stupid, stupid, stupid.