Elira’s POV

I sat on the cold concrete floor, my wrists and ankles bound tightly, my mind totally blank. I couldn't bring myself to even try fighting.

My thoughts weren't consumed by fear of death, but by the utter betrayal that had led me here.

Aiden.

I'd fallen victim to him again.

When exactly would I learn to not trust this man blindly?

It was obvious nobody could change someone like him. A cunning bastard.

Luca strutted toward me, his face alight with some sick, depraved, victorious triumph. He kicked dirt onto my expensive leather shoes, treating me like a street dog.

I didn't blame him. I blamed myself for...