As much as she wanted to hate Renz, Lena realized that the only person she hated was herself. She knew the depths of Renz cruelty. He'd violated her and stolen her from her only family. He had made her into a whore, and no amount of fine clothes or jewelry or operas in the capital could change that. Lena had been stupid, very stupid, thinking that anything in him was good.

Renz had absolutely no respect for her, and she hated that she'd deluded herself into thinking that he had. Renz had shown her who he truly was the first night she'd met him, when he'd stolen her virtue. But...