Autumn ran, but she didn't know where.
She didn't care.
Her bare feet pounded against the earth, the cold mud squelching between her toes, the sharp stones biting into her skin. But she didn't feel it.
She didn't feel anything except the raw, gaping wound in her chest where her heart had been.
Roanoke Curzon's words coiled around her lungs like poison, choking her with every breath… ' filthy blood… daughter of a criminal… '
And Kieran? He knew… yet he didn't tell her. He was ashamed of her from the very beginning… and now he was ashamed of her lineage. A bastard born out of violence…a lowly life unworthy of being his companion, his mate… fuck.
Fuck it all!
Then why the hell did he pretend? Why the hell did he make her feel so special, over and over again.
Her vision blurred, tears spilling hot and unchecked down her cheeks.
