CALEB’S POV

I drew in a deep breath and walked into my bedroom. It was time for penance. Peeling my shirt, I looked into the mirror. In the faint light of the candle, I could see the marks on my back.

Clenching my teeth, I picked up the hunter layered with silver and lashed against my back with as much force as I could conjure. The crackling noise of the whip echoed in the room as I struck myself again and again.

One… two…three…four…five…

I was about to strike for the sixth time when someone grabbed my hand.

“Why are you doing this, Caleb? How will this help?”

“It reminds...