urning white. His eyes were like blades, scraping over he

roat. A tear slipped from the corner of her eye, sliding down

s hand on his pants with a look of utter disgust. "What kind

, sending a fresh wave of agony through her skull. She curled into a ball, clutching her head,

n, his long, cold fingers gripping her c

p, scrutinizing eyes. She buried her fear deep

er her carotid artery. He could feel her pulse racing like a t

mbled uncontrollably. "Why..." she stammered, h

He was looking for the malice, the cruelty that a

ustle of scales sliding against stone. A d

ocking out the gray light. He cast a lazy, indifferent glance

ith venomous mockery. "I can't believe yo

stman. The one who hated the original the m

Then, without warning, he lifted his heavy military boot and slammed it

ing her vision. She tried to pull her hand back, but Dangelo gro

u've really lost your memory," he whispered, "I'd b

ated the mate contract to burn him from the inside out. But Isolde bit he

his boot, a futile gesture. She looked like a

n't come. The woman under his foot was as fragile as

t. "Let her go, Dangelo. If she

oot, stepping away as if he had

e skin was broken, red and swelling. She scrambled back into

ethal intent slightly decreased.

from his coat and threw it at Isolde's face. "Wipe your

at her face, the rough fabric stingin

on. "What now, Cameron? Are we really keeping th

ddled in the corner. "If she's lost her memory," he said

the healer confirmed her brain was mush, they could l

f her bloody, tangled hair, a cold smile tou

h the healer, leaving Isolde alone with the other t