Liz
My body trembled with rage, fear, and pain. The bodies of the five attackers lay dead and bleeding or unconscious in Rowan's room. I was too nervous to get close enough to check for certain. That was Davis, along with him and Emma moving them to a secure location. I stood in the room while they worked, nearly staring off into space.
Emma's arms wrapped around me, and she held me tight while I warred with fading into shock or crashing out in unbelievable anger. Anger at the men who thought they could hide in here and wait for me. Anger at Heather. Anger at this world for continuing to try to break me when all I wanted to do was survive. And anger at Rowan.
He kept saying we were equals. Partners. Mates. Yet every time something important happens, Rowan decides what is best for me a
