Genevieve:
"Wait a minute, what do you mean by that?" I asked in surprise, and a gulp got stuck in my throat. My mouth felt dry. It was like she had dropped a bomb on me. Every gesture and interaction with him from our first meeting started replaying in my mind, and I couldn't help but wonder if I had missed some red flags.
"Oh! He had feelings for you," she avoided meeting my eyes. I believed she knew how wrong it was.
"No! I'm his son's fated mate," I blurted out, panicking and shaking, struggling to free myself from the ropes.
"I know. But when has he ever cared about what's right or wrong? He's always been this way--abusive and a damn bastard," she suddenly stopped talking, looking around in fear. I could sense her heart racing and her breathing speeding up at the thought of someon
