He was never meant to be my weakness…But I was always meant to be his downfall.
Lord Varkos ordered the death of my village…
The slaughter of my family…
Yet, for some reason, I was chosen as a gift for him.
A gift of revenge.
I smile. I kneel.
I play the role they expect, waiting for the moment to strike…
But what happens when the real monster isn’t the man before me?
What happens when the real monster is in the shadows…
And Varkos refuses to let it touch me?
Protecting me was never part of the game.
And neither was falling for him.
Now, I don’t know if I’m his prize or his pawn.
But what if he’s become my purpose?
