“You can finish her off! She isn’t needed by me anymore,” my husband told my kidnapper. And just yesterday he kept insisting that he loved me.
I was on my knees in cold mud, feeling a blade at my throat, counting the moments until death. He would kill me. He definitely would!
“Don’t ask for the Mysterium Key. I’m not giving it to you,” my husband said calmly, then headed for the carriage. In that instant, it hit me: I’d been sold. Left to die in someone else’s hands for some kind of artifact… Does my life mean nothing at all?
But I didn’t die. The knife never cut across my throat. And, as it turned out, that was for the best.
I returned home, not yet suspecting that new blows were waiting for me ahead—betrayal and treachery that would forever turn everything upside down. And the man who wouldn’t let go even until the last day. His obsession is stronger than reason, and his desire is more terrifying than death itself.