About the Book
Nothing in his training has prepared Corey for the Beast enclave he encounters. They are serial torturers. They take trophies of their kills. They may even be flesh eaters. Expunging them is the least he can do to give their latest victim peace of mind.
After three days in the hands of the Beasts, Hannah is scarred, blood weak, and suffering severe PTSD. The fact that the Beasts got away with their crimes in Armen range is a stain on the entire house and will be for centuries.
The only person Hannah trusts is Corey. With the aid of the Stone in controlling his sexual drives, can he help Hannah reclaim her life and her sexuality? Can she accept any man after what the Beasts did to her? Only time will tell.
Hannah tried to force herself to move, but the pain made her head spin. There was no chance she would make it to her feet, less chance she could find her way home in the near future. Even finding her way to a phone and help seemed beyond her wildest dreams.
She raised her head, focusing blearily on a doorway and light beyond. Light was good. The...things—whatever they were, because they certainly weren’t human—didn’t like the light. She knew that much. Hannah reached a hand out, dragging herself across the cold tile toward her only hope. Light.
Until the sun goes down again, and it starts all over. She shuddered at that, certain she’d be no closer to freedom when that moment came. Just the thought of claws and teeth—and their bodies touching hers—wrenched a sob from her.
Whatever they were—vampires or some other kind of monster—they reveled in blood and pain. They drank the blood from the cuts they inflicted, and they drank the blood torn from her battered tissues after sex. Part of her wished they’d drink enough to send her into shock and kill her, but they hadn’t so far. They healed the wounds, just enough to make sure the blood wasn’t wasted and that they didn’t take too much at once. Anemic or not, she wasn’t going to die of blood loss anytime soon.
The shaft of sunlight beckoned, and Hannah made her way toward it, each inch gained sending shards of agony through her thighs and abdomen. Even her bruised and scarred body didn’t ache as much as the sorely-used center of her sexuality.
She needed to touch the light more than she needed water or food, needed this small victory more than she needed freedom. While her heart argued that last, her rational mind knew there was no chance of escape...save this small one.
It seemed to take forever to reach it. Her heart pounded with every muscle-clenching slide across the cold floor. Her head spun in the certainty that it was some trick, that it was a strong artificial light meant to give her false hope, that it would disappear the moment she reached it and the torture would start again. Alternately, she feared the sun was going down, that she’d reach the light just as it faded away naturally.
Hannah held her breath at the threshold of the larger room; her hand hovered at the edge of the light, shaking. She stared at the bright glow surrounding her fingers, blinking hard to make the tears clouding the beautiful vision fall. With one last gargantuan heave, Hannah pulled herself into the light, turning to catch the rays on her face, her entire body trembling.
They could kill her now. If she had this for just a few minutes, she could die without a qualm.