I felt like being poured an ice-cold water over me while I was burning from the inside. “Is something wrong, my snowflower?” Kal asked as he pulled his cock out of my mouth. His left hand was still holding a glass of wine.

‘Kal’s not dead,' I whispered to myself. 'Marcus and Elodie are now in the Prison of Despair. The first part of our original plan has worked.' For the first time, it was not my guilt from my revenge on my family that’s suffocating my thoughts. It was the fact that the childhood friend who gave me a snowflower before he left was the male whom I was...