What the hell was Helena doing here? How could she be here? What did she want from me?
Memories of my time with her—every single fricking one of them—tore through the carefully constructed tomb I’d shoved them in months ago. I Remembered the way she stripped me of my sense of self, of my dignity, my humanity. She stole me away from my life—from Miri, from Desi. She cost me—god, she’d cost me.
I sank onto the couch, my whole body trembling, sweat beading on my skin as fear, feral and dreadful, overcame me. I bolted for the washroom when my gut twisted at the horrors replaying in my mind. The way her touch lit me up with desire, the way her kiss broke me down and left me a quivering mess of hormones, the way she reached into my mind and stripped away everything good in me.
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